When I Came Out

When I came out today, my parents told me I have to change or my entire family (uncles, aunt, cousins, grandparents) will shun me. I tried to explain several times but all they said was I cannot be stubborn. I told them my friends have been helping me and they got mad and told me to leave those friends behind. They want me to go to therapy. I have a choice to make now, either I lose the only family I’ve ever had or I lose myself.

When I came out, my younger sister told me that I wasn’t really gay and that I just needed therapy. My parents said that they’d always love me but would never accept any man I dated or wanted to marry. Now I have more family than I ever imagined with my boyfriend’s family! You may not be able to choose the family you have, but you can build the family you want.

When I came out, my parents said that I was deceived by TV shows and friends and I wasn’t really gay. I was also told that while I was always welcome, a girlfriend/wife/partner never would be. I guess time will tell if this gets better.

When I came out my mom had a panic attack and said, “I just want to die.” A week later she has still not accepted anything and wants to think I am straight. She believes my friends have convinced me I am gay.

When I came out to my friend, she hugged me and said: “You’re my friend and I love you no matter what.”

When I came out as bi, my mother told me I couldn’t be, because I was dating a man. She still believes that, even when I brought home women. When an ex outed me as a member of the Kink Community, she told me that officially meant she couldn’t respect me as a woman. At least my partner/Master is supportive and loving enough to fill some of the void…and goes girl-watching with me. 🙂

When I came out my mom told me, “I’d rather die than have a lesbian daughter.” Now I’m planning to move to another country with my girlfriend.

When I came out to my mom we were talking about the Cleveland Indians. I kind of just blurted it that I was a lesbian. She asked me if I was sure. I nodded; she cried; she told me she loved me no matter what.

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.