When I came out it was the scariest thing ever. I first came out to my close friend group. Then I started writing letters (never sent) and emails (never sent) and practicing in front of the mirror. One day I got the courage to tell my grandmother, who told me she would support me no matter what. Then came the scary part… my mother. We went out to breakfast, and I sat silently for about 15 minutes before she said, “Do your little ‘coming out’ thing. I already know.” When I asked how, she told me she knew since I first found out myself (so about 2 years) and I always seemed gay. This made me laugh because I had been so nervous. At that time I had a girlfriend, who’s still my bestie, but now I have my second, who is loving and supportive and literally kept me from killing myself. (Born female, identifies non-binary / 13 / Bisexual, Genderfluid)
Story #1468
When I came out it didn’t sit so well with my mom. I figured that she would be more understanding than my dad, and she’s liberal and agnostic, but she sort of got confused, I think, and imagines I just don’t like girly things. Since, she’s brought it up only a few times, usually to make sure I haven’t told anyone (I’ve told lots, she just doesn’t know). Fortunately, my dad started talking to me about this non-binary person on NPR and said that while he’d never thought much about these identities before, he was cool with them. I think I have a chance of understanding with him! 🏳️🌈 (Non-binary AFAB/Gynephilic)