When I came out to my mom, I was 13. I didn’t know what I was doing, I wasn’t even sure what I was. She was bothering me about my future husband and I said, “Well, spouse,” and she flipped and thereafter started reinforcing that it’s not appropriate to think of someone of your gender that way. I ran back into the closet, not just for her but for myself as well. Four years later, I’m finally out to myself, but nobody else.