When I Came Out

When I came out it was on National Coming Out Day and I told my best friend. She was supportive. I kinda was like, “Yeah I don’t like boys but girls are amazing.”

When I came out that day my girlfriend took my phone and went on the internet. It happened at lunch so when she opened it she saw some gay adult things. I was so embarrassed and said I didn’t look it up. After I was talking to my friend and I realized I needed to tell myself and my friend that I was gay. I told my girlfriend and she didn’t take it very good but all my other friends took it wonderfully.

When I came out to my dad, he almost told me he was very proud of me and said that it didn’t change anything and that he still loved me. He also said that the only thing he wants is me to be happy. I could never ask for a better dad.

When I came out it was pretty anticlimactic. My family and I were sitting in this restaurant (my brother already knew) and my mom made a reference to me being a lesbian/bi. I freaked out, but then I told them. They were totally fine with it, and my mom just said how happy she was that I was still very feminine!

When I came out to my dad, he did it for me. We were just sitting there eating lunch and he brought up a gay friend of his, saying how he loves him even though he’s gay. He then added, “Just like how I love you even though you’re gay.” I cried in his arms – I had no idea he knew.

When I came out… I was 25 and spent an entire 4-day weekend trying to tell my best friend the truth. At the end of day 4, tired of finding an excuse not to and avoiding it, I got us both drunk and just stopped thinking and just said it: “So… I like dudes.”

When I came out to my best friend today, I couldn’t get the words out. Finally, I said, “I’m gay,” and suddenly I burst into tears. My friend put her arm around me and said that everything was ok, and how brave I was to come out. She was so supportive and said that being gay didn’t change who I was because I was still her awesome best friend.

When I came out to my brother I was so nervous. I couldn’t even say it out loud so I wrote “I’m gay” on a piece of paper and showed him. He told me it didn’t change anything. I couldn’t ask for a better brother.

When I came out to my parents, my dad asked me why I was messaging such dirty messages to a girl. It wasn’t on my terms, or my timing but he was asking for it so I let him hear it. “Dad, I’m gay” fumbled its way out.

When I came out to my dad and mom yesterday, they both said “we knew.” Which only made me feel even worse for stressing over it for almost 20 years. If they knew they should have helped me get over it myself.