Story #1858

When I came out this year my mom started crying, saying that being gay isn’t a real thing and people just say that and started blaming things like the places we lived, my dad not being home enough, etc. My dad went and hit me, and I had a bruise on my back and I had to change for gym and someone, who I thought was super homophobic, asked what it was and I told them and they’ve been so supportive. Now I have a whole support group, haha! My parents have had multiple people talk to me to fix me. I’m not allowed to tell anyone… especially my brothers (I’m the oldest) because they don’t want me to do to them what “someone did to me”, make me “think” I’m gay. I’m not allowed to hang out with boys nor anyone who seems gay or seems like they would be supportive of it. They said I’m going to hell, my mom compared it to murder, and my dad said it’s the same thing as him having a relationship with a desk. But my friends are helping me get through it and it’s getting better. 🙂 I think (M/17/Gay/bi?)