When I Came Out

When I came out, my wife asked me to leave the house and my two kids. I took a suitcase, a chair (?), and my car. Worst experience ever.

When I came out, I told my mom and dad. My father was suffering from terminal cancer. His reaction was “I have never been more proud of you.” After my father passed away we found out he was also gay.

When I came out, my dad said, “You always were a weird little kid.” We laughed, cried, and hugged.

When I came out, my mom wanted to know who had molested me because that is how she thinks people “become” gay. She refuses to believe that I have never been sexually victimized.

When I came out, I was sure my conservative Christian parents would disown me. My mom had a few questions, and it was a non-issue. My dad’s emailed response was “I hope you’re as good for her as she seems to be for you.” We will celebrate 8 years together this year.

When I came out to my mother, she listed single men she knew and asked me to use my gaydar on them.

When I came out, my Dad cried, “I knew it!” and punched the air. I looked on in astonishment as my Mom laughed and then said, “Seriously, though. He called it when you were in high school.”

When I came out to my parents, I was in tears and afraid. My mom held my hand, smiled, and said, “We already knew. We love you!” Now she calls my wife her favorite daughter-in-law. We are so lucky and so loved.

When I came out my mother disowned me and I was on the streets at 14. I’ve taken care of myself and am doing well at 42. My mother has lost out on knowing what a good man her son became.

When I came out to my grandparents, my grandmother asked in an even, concerned tone, “Why do you think you are gay?” My grandfather answered for me, “He likes boys, what else does he need to know?” They’ve been extremely supportive the whole time, and quite like my partner of 7 years.