When I Came Out

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.

When I came out to one of my best friends, we were sitting in woodshop and I was having a panic attack because a teacher saw a note saying that I am lesbian. I was in a fight with the only other person who knew and I had to talk to someone, so I told her. She looked up from her work sheet, smiled, said, “As long as you don’t like any of us” and hugged me. I never felt more loved. (:

When I came out as a lesbian it was to my mum when I was 14. I knew she would be accepting as one of her friends is gay, and her daughter is my best friend. My mum just smiled, hugged me, and said I’m glad you told me.