When I came out to my brother last year, I was in the middle of a mental breakdown. I was shaking and crying in my bed and couldn’t seem to stop. My brother saw me and asked, “What’s wrong, sis?” and I went around the topic, until he finally asked “Is it… about your gender?” I paused. I was super terrified (and still am every time I rethink about it). Since my parents are SUPER TRANSPHOBIC (I mean, making anti-trans jokes every day) I thought he’d be the same way, but then he said, “Show ’em who’s boss, bro” and walked away. To this day, I still don’t know if he meant that or not… (Transmasc/14/Bisexual/demi-boy)
Story #2430
When I came out as genderfluid to my bff, she was really supportive. She’s bi/ace/demigirl as well so she was great about it. I’m coming out to my parents today… wish me luck. (Genderfluid/M/12/Pansexual)
Story #2429
When I came out I was 20/21 and my parents were very accepting of me. But I have friends who are very supportive of me and call me by my gender correct name, which is cool. I am now known as Jay. (M/42/FtM)
Story #2428
When I came out to my Bi best friend recently, Ze was really supportive! I am planning to come out to my other two best friends on my birthday. They all support the LGBTQIAP+ community, but there’s a few of my other best friends who I don’t think I’ll ever come out to, because they’d be really weird about it. Just a piece of advice, don’t feel like you have to come out to anyone (at all). The only person you owe it to is yourself. (Demigirl/Maybe panromantic or greysexual)
Story #2427
When I came out I was like 13 and both me and my best friend had been questioning our genders (we both decided on enby at the time) and we filled out a little pronoun/term paper and I said yes to he/him. a couple months later I told them I was trans (ftm) and they just said they knew it. They were super supportive and still are, and they continue to ask for my pronouns a lot since I’m still kinda figuring myself out. (Male/enby?/15/idk like gay ig)
Story #2426
When I came out, it was a roller-coaster year and a half, because my identity changed several times, first Pansexual and Nonbinary, then Bigender and Pansexual, then Bigender and Panromantic-Asexual. However, not just my gender and sexuality was a roller-coaster; my pronouns were too. I went from They/Them to He/They, then back to They/Them. Luckily my name journey was easy, I just chose a neutral version of my birth name. Anyways, to all of you out there questioning yourselves, the process is a journey, but it is worth it in the end. (Bigender/19/Panromantic-Asexual)
Story #2425
When I came out it was to a close friend. They proceeded to tell me they’re genderfluid. Now we’re super close. To everyone out there, find your one. (Nonbinary/12/Panromantic)
Story #2424
When I came out, I was about 12 or 13, and my mom was very disappointed in me and didn’t accept me. She said it was a phase and I was too young to know better. Now, I’m in high school, and I’m prepared to come out to her again whether she supports me or not! It can be scary hiding, so I’d rather just be out. (F/15/Lesbian)
Story #2423
When I came out I was 12 and still thinking I was Bisexual, but I fell love with a Demi-girl and I came to my family as Pansexual and Non-binary. Maybe if I just was a little more sure on who I loved then I would knew more sooner, but I think it was the perfect timing! Love is love! Be who you are and don’t hide it! (Non-binary/12/Pansexual)
Story #2422
When I came out I was a freshman in college. I came out first to a high school friend who carpooled with me to college. The next person I came out to was my grandmother. I was sitting at the kitchen table while she was reading the newspaper. She read a personal ad in the back of a newspaper to me. She said, “Can you believe they advertise this kind of stuff?” I took that as an opening to tell her I was gay. She immediately said, “OK, let’s talk about this.” We sat at the kitchen table and talked about what being gay meant to each of us. She was immediately supportive and spoke to me like an adult. It was the first serious conversation I can remember having with an adult. She asked, “Are you sure?” I told her I was and we spoke about the difficulties I would or could encounter. That conversation helped shape my acceptance of myself. It was a huge relief and I felt like the weight of the world I was carrying was lifted off me and suddenly I was free. I was free to be ME. (M/49/Gay)