When I Came Out

When I came out today, my father called me a freak. That I should try to be normal. That I’m too far gone. I don’t know what to do anymore.

When I came out to my father, he shrugged because it wasn’t a big deal to him. When I came out to my mother, she started screaming, crying, and hitting herself; she had to smoke a joint in front of me to calm down. Later on, she accused my father of being intolerant of me, despite her being the one saying I’m confused and screwed up. I don’t really talk to her anymore.

When I came out I was 16 and I didn’t plan to come out to my parents. They were very angry and disappointed and they thought that I’m sick and that someone has convinced me that I am a lesbian. We argued about everything and they said that they will never accept me. Now I need to “live” like I’m straight until I can move out and start to live alone.

When I came out today, I did it on Facebook. I was expecting the worst, but I just had to get it out there and Facebook was a good way to just let everyone I know know. I surprisingly got a ton of love and support back and tons of encouraging messages from my friends and family. It was a very very good day today. I’m so glad I did it.

When I came out I told my mum I was sexually attracted to girls and cried. She laughed and shrugged and hugged me, and whispered that she used to masturbate over Madonna. Eww.

When I came out, I actually had a forced coming out. My dad was checking my mobile and found a couple of messages that left very little room for explanation. He didn’t do anything stupid or bad. He bottled it all up inside himself and two years later, even now, he still is passive aggressive towards EVERYTHING I do.

When I came out my friends just said: “Told you so!”

When I came out… actually, I didn’t; my parents found pictures of me and my ex on my laptop. They said they wished I was a drug addict instead of being gay. They kicked me out of the house. I often wonder what would it be like if they just accepted me as I am.

When I came out I was 12 and my mother asked me if it was a phase and told me she wants for me all the good things. After a year she realized it was not going to change, and a few days ago (I’m sixteen) she said she knew I liked girls since I was 3 and started laughing.

When I came out, I was already 25. I wasn’t scared or anything, I just never had a close relationship with my parents. It was really hard for me when they told me that they would never accept that I have relationships with girls. My older sister isn’t talking to me at all since she found out. I moved to a bigger town. Family is important to me, so I look forward to having a new and a “better” one.