When I Came Out

When I came out, I finally realized who I was at 23, and when I told my whole family they already knew. They were very supportive. What got me was how I beat myself up over it for years, and thinking to myself how much I was worried, hated, and felt judged, when I was the one who was doing it to myself. It’s a freeing feeling. You feel like your puzzle piece found a place to fit in, and it’s the first step at becoming you.

When I came out I made my friend a rainbow card that said, “Surprise, I’m gay.” I’m glad she took it well because I worked about 2 hours trying to get the pieces of the stupid rainbow to line up and if she ended up rejecting me it would have been a complete waste of my time.

When I came out to my best friend a couple of days ago, I was finally free. After messaging for 4 hours I finally drew the strength to send the message, “I’m gay”. I stopped messaging right after that and ignored her messages. The next day, she saw me and she said she didn’t care and knew from day one, as well as thanking me for proving the accuracy of her “gaydar”.

When I came out to my best friend who I’ve known for about a decade and have a massive crush on, we were at a party. He thought I was joking and outed me to everyone there. Most of them didn’t believe it because they were piss drunk; however, some still have their doubts. I’ve forgiven my friend and feel like we’ve become even closer.

When I came out it was to my mom 3 years ago in 5th grade, and she accepted me. Then I came out to my two sisters a couple months after and then I just recently came out to my older brother about a month ago. Tonight he kept bothering me and saying how he wanted to fight me because “boys fight” and he kept yelling at me, “You don’t like boys” and BS like that. Basically he pissed me off and even though he apologized after, I’m still and probably always gonna be upset.

When I came out I told my “best friend” at the time that I was dating a girl. We were sitting next to each other when I told her and she moved away from me as soon as I told her. Right now the world knows I’m lesbian and I don’t speak to the girl I told anymore.

When I came out for the FIRST time, it was at my high school in French class. One day everyone was trying to muffle their giggling — I was used to it because they laughed at everything, so I was ignoring it — when someone finally asked, “Who is that kid waving to?!” I looked up, only to groan. One of the kids next to me asked, “You know him?” and the loudest kid in that class shouted, “Is he your boyfriend?” I suddenly shouted — silent, bookworm me — “NO! I DONT SWING THAT WAY!” When I realized what I had yelled, no one was judging me for it, so I blushed and said in a calmer voice, “That’s my little freshman brother.”

When I came out, it was to my close friends at a bus stop. I waited for them to show, very impatiently. When they came over, I just blurted out, “I’m gay!” I certainly made a lasting impression; we still laugh about it today.

When I came out to my sister, I texted her and asked her to call me because I had something to tell her. She called and every time she asked what it was I drew blanks. I finally counted 1…..2…..3…. and said, “I’m gay.” She had no idea and has no problem with it!

When I came out, it was in the car with my best friend in the middle of a snowstorm… in Texas. Not only did I confess that I was a lesbian, but also that I had fallen in love with her and I knew our relationship could be nothing more than one of friends. She accepted me completely and we laughed and poured out our hearts together for the next 2 hours. It was as if a great and terrible weight was lifted from my soul.