When I Came Out

When I came out, over the last couple of weeks, the people I told were very supportive. I started with one of my close friends, who then encouraged me to tell my sisters, who took it very well. One of them said that they already knew, which I kind of expected, but every time I told someone I began to feel more and more whole. I’m scared to tell my parents because they are Mormon, and even though they are really loving I don’t want to know if they will treat me differently.

When I came out (for the first time) to my mother it destroyed me. “The word bisexual didn’t exist when I was a kid” was one of several illogical arguments. As life has gone on, though, I have realized I am not bi, just a lesbian (please note that I am fully supportive of bi humans!). I’ll come out again someday… possibly tomorrow.

When I came out, my parents and sister disappeared from my life for a while, not speaking to me. They were disappointed and upset because I said it out loud. I was liberated and scared. Several years have passed and we have begun to patch our relationships. I learned how to be courageous and independent and that sometimes unconditional love takes trivial pit stops.

When I came out to my grandmother, she asked me if it was an April Fool’s prank. I was really hurt that she would think I would use something like that as a prank, and I got pretty upset. She called me later and apologized for saying that, and that she would love me no matter who I loved. I still am upset at her for thinking that though.

When I came out to my best friend he was actually really nice about it. Previously, I pretended to be in love with him so people wouldn’t think I was gay, but I told him I was gay through a text message and he told me he would always love me and care about me no matter what.

When I came out to my best friend I did it via Facebook because we live in different countries. Instead of saying I was bi, I just told her that I really like a girl and she simply said, “Wow, Tani! Tell me all about her!” She was so sweet and accepting, and treated me exactly the same as before. Now to come out to the rest of the world! 🙂

When I came out my brother had just called me a faggot and when I told him I actually was his face went blank, and he told me he was sorry and that he’d always love me because I’m still his brother. Needless to say he’s never called me that again.

When I came out, it was indirect in the 8th grade. I wrote in my journal about that I liked this girl in my class a lot and I lost the journal at school. Someone found it and gave it back to me. Of course they’d read the whole thing and told my crush I liked her. Now, most of my classmates know (including my crush, duh) and everyone’s okay with it. My crush told me she isn’t into girls that way but we still became friends! She’s my best friend now to this very day, as a senior.

When I came out it was after kissing a boy first (I had to be sure). My friends laughed and I immediately felt relaxed about the whole thing. I told my parents 2 years later. Mum cried and dad walked out of the room. They now ask about my boyfriend every time I go home. My friends treat him like another mate, something which can be difficult to do in Ireland. I’m lucky.

When I came out, I was in the middle of the street with close friends. I told them before that I needed to tell them something. I said I was bi and my best friend was in shock, I still don’t know how she feels and I am freaking out.