When I Came Out

When I came out as bisexual, I didn’t have enough courage to tell my best friend face to face. I sent her a text message, and she replied a few minutes later. She told me she already knew, and that she loves me no matter what. She has been my main supporter ever since. I am so thankful to have her in my life.

When I came out to my mom and her boyfriend I was around 14. My mom stood up from where she was sitting, walked over to me, then did one of those embarrassing “mom dances”. She shouted, “WOOHOO NOW I DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT TEENAGE PREGNANCY!”

When I came out to my best friend, I was indirect, at first. It started with me complaining about how homophobic my parents are, and how much their words hurt me; I was afraid, I told him, to even say something. “Afraid to tell them something, or afraid to tell me something?” he asked. “I’m bi; I’m not afraid to tell you that,” I responded. He sent me the longest text I’ve seen about how to deal with my parents, and told me that nothing was wrong with me.

When I came out to my best friend it ended really well. So she was about to move to Texas so I told her that I was bi. She said that it was fine with her and told me to be who I am so that was super sweet. When she got to Texas she texted me and said that she had been wanting to tell me that she was bi too for a few months. It turned out really well though.

When I came out to my friend, she texted me telling me that she was gay, and that things were getting pretty serious between her and this girl. I replied saying that I had had a girlfriend for quite a while. Both of our relationships ended soon after and we’ve been dating ever since.

When I came out, my mom yelled until I threw up, made me break up with my girlfriend, grounded me, and made me go to church the next morning. Now, over a year later, she still acts like it never happened, and gay bashes in front of me. A lot. She’s not supportive at all, and I can’t wait to get out of this house. Three more years.

When I came out to my mother as a lesbian, the first time was when I was 16. She said that “it is a phase” and “maybe you feel that way because your father is not in your life” (my father hasn’t been in mine or my siblings’ lives for 4 years now). Her comments were disheartening, and I was sad. I got the courage to come out to her again shortly after my 19th birthday. She still questioned my sexuality by saying, “Have you kissed a girl before?” and commenting that I don’t look gay. She later said she loves me no matter what, but she doesn’t talk about it or ask if I’m seeing anyone.

When I came out to my parents I was 19. I lived away from home and they came to visit. It took me two days, but I eventually said, to my dad first, “Dad, I’m gay and I have a girlfriend.” He looked at me and said, “I bet that was hard, wasn’t it?”, then gave me a hug and told me he would always love me no matter what. My mom just said, “Well, that’s going to take some getting used to” and walked away.

When I came out to a whole German school class as a FTM Transgender, they started to clap their hands and they congratulated me, because I was so brave to tell it. Since this moment I can live my own life.

When I came out as a lesbian I was 15. My mum’s friend’s daughter got pregnant, so my mum told me I had to be careful. I told her I needn’t because I had a girlfriend. She just asked me for a picture of her and said, “Thank god you are not getting pregnant”. Thanks, mum.