When I Came Out

When I came out my dad asked, “Well, is it something you can change?” When I said no, he said, “Well, then I will have to learn to live with it. You know I love you though, right?” And I did.

When I came out, my dad topped it by coming out right back. Awkward.

When I came out, my father said, “I love you very much, you’re my son.” Now, he calls my partner his son, too.

When I came out, my older sister used it as a platform to tell our parents about her cocaine addiction.

When I came out to my best friend, he was nothing short of supportive. He told me I was making much more of a deal out of it than it was and that, at the end of the day, we were still bros.

When I came out, it was the only time in my life I actually saw my father cry.

When I came out, my dad tried to hook me up with the gay community by identifying the only two gay people he’s ever met!

When I came out, I ended up being disowned by half of my family, but I stayed strong, and after two years, I am now helping others in my situation.

When I came out to my best friend, she told me she was fine with it. A week later, she just stopped talking to me.

When I came out, my parents implied that the only reason I was asexual was to “fit in” with people who thought it was “cool” to not be straight. I hope they’ll see sense one day.