Story #2355

When I came out I was sitting in a chair at a mental hospital. I had been suicidal and got admitted. The fear of coming out was so crippling that I thought I couldn’t do it, but I did. My parents, over the phone, said nothing at first. It was awkward, and I was miserable. But when I got home things changed and now I am happily “out”. It’s not something we talk about a lot, but they know, and I know they love me still. (Demiboy/16/Gynesexual)