When I first came out, I was in 6th grade. It was to one of my closest friends. She hugged me and said she would always love me. I told more of my friends, and only one said he didn’t support me. I told my mom before I told my dad. I told one of my favorite teachers before my dad as well. I talk to her about the girls I like now, lol. My mom thought I was young, but now supports me. My dad said it was awesome. (F/12/Lesbian)
Story #2505
When I came out, I was a huge wreck, and I was about to go perform with a band and the singer was a girl I really liked. Right before I was about to go on, I started crying and I had a huge nosebleed, so my mum took me for a walk. There I confessed to her (through tears) that I was questioning and it wasn’t til today I realised the description of pansexual completely match what I feel. After like 2 years I have finally been able to come out to pretty much everyone I know and I’ve had nothing but love 🙂 (F/14/Pansexual)
Story #2504
When I came out, it was last year during summer school with a really close friend of mine. At the time I said I liked boy/girls and we had a great discussion and he was very understanding. It was also one my first times crying around another guy. It felt so healing. I had come out to a couple other people who took it well but that experience really gave me some internal confidence at least for a few months until other people around me started to make me feel like I have to go back to hiding myself. But also I don’t feel like I need to have a big coming out session, I just hope I find more people to come out to one on one. (M/17/Gay)
Story #2503
When I came out it was with my sister. She invited me over for dinner. I thought it was just going to be the two of us, but when I got there her friend Paul was there. So the thee of us sat down to eat and Paul sat right next to me. After dinner we had few drinks and I got my sister alone and asked her what was going on. Lori replied with “I thought you might like him.” I was so caught by surprise I said, “Yes, he is cute. And yes, Lori, I am gay.” This was the first time I have ever said this to anyone. Lori laughed and said, “Yes, I know, now go have some fun with him,” and she left us alone. I had a great time that night with Paul and I felt so good finally just being myself and not hiding the fact that I am gay. (M/30/Gay)
Story #2502
When I came out I came out it was at a school skiing trip. I came out to a friend who I had a really big crush on and it turned out that those feelings were mutual. We had a great time sneaking about and kissing until a classmate spotted us and posted a video. Everyone was really shocked but generally supportive. (F/15/Lesbian)
Story #2501
When I first came out, I was 15. I was in denial about my infatuation with my same-sex best friend of four years. I was so confused about my emotions for so long that I’d write poetry about it for only my eyes to see. It took me those four years to finally realize and confess to her. For the longest time before that, I tried my hardest to appear like a ‘normal’ woman to a point where I rejected those part of the same identity as me and I’ve come to regret it. I used to essentially be a ‘pick me’, catering to men for their validation, only to realize that I didn’t even want their attention to begin with. (F/20/Demi)
Story #2500
When I came out it was as a 57-year-old gay dad. My wife’s reaction was silence, as if to say “I thought so”. Some people did not believe me as it suited them to believe otherwise. Coming out as a gay man with children is more common than you would expect. It was a great relief to escape from the closet and be me — one of the best things I have ever done and have no regrets whatsoever, except that I wish I had done it years ago. (M/60/Homosexual/gay man)
Story #2499
When I came out my family didn’t believe me. So I started making out with my girlfriend in front of them. They soon quickly realised I wasn’t joking. Some of them are struggling to come to terms but that’s their issue. 👩❤️💋👩🏳️🌈👩❤️💋👩🏳️🌈 (F/23/Lesbian)
Story #2498
When I came out as trans at 10 years old, my mom told me that I was just depressed. I had recently had an early start to puberty, and my developing chest had inspired a new and profoundly dysphoric discomfort with my body. Because I had never met another trans person, never heard of it being a possibility, I didn’t have the words to fully describe what I was feeling, and as a result I wasn’t able to properly express what I was experiencing. She told me that everyone hates themselves during puberty and it was just a combination of my hormones and my genetic predisposition to mental illness. It would pass, she said. I was wrong, she said. I went back into the closet for another two years, and when I tried to refind my identity I remembered what she said and for a long, long time I was so afraid of being wrong that I refused to admit I was a man. I cycled through a million identities, sets of pronouns, before I finally decided that no one knew me better than me and announced to the world at 16 that I was a man and nothing was going to change that. My mom came around eventually and now I’m 18 and 5 months on hormones. Things got better, but it was hard. (FtM/18)
Story #2497
When I came out as non-binary and pan, I was 12. Some of my friends supported me and some did not, but I met a group called deep. And they are really supportive. A lot of people still call me by my dead name but I have learned to deal with it… (Non-binary/Ace/pansexual)