Coming Out Story

So apparently, if I'm not mistaken (correct me if I'm wrong), BUT, October is national coming out month. So I thought it would only be appropriate for me to post about it, no? So, this is my coming out story.

Well, first my mother found out because when I was around 13 or 14 I was researching about gay adolescence on her computer and she saw it through the history. No, this was not porn! Anywho, the real story is with my brother and my father. It was around the end of 8th grade and for whatever reason I felt the need to tell them about how I am. At the time my mom kinda forgot about it and figured it was just a little phase that I was going through.

One night I wrote a lengthy note about how I am gay and how I don't give a shit what they think about it. I put the one note in my dad's car so when I left for school and he was going to work he would see it. As for my brother, I gave the note to a guidence counciler to call him down to the office and have him read it there. You know, to avoid confrontation.

So I am riding on the bus and my brother is in the back and im up at the front. Once we get off the bus I said "hey" to my brother. He just looked at me with his face all red and looked disgusted. When we got inside he went insane! He was screaming at me, chasing me, telling me I'm a faggot, etc. Well, before my father came home I "ran away" because I didn't want to deal with my family and I thought that was the thing I was suppose to do. My father called me on my phone and asked where I was and I realized that I am not gonna live in the middle of the street so I told him. He said he loved me anyways and that it didn't bother him. He actually also told me that while he was reading the note he thought it was my brother until he saw my name at the bottom of it and then he chuckled.

Now, years have passed that and it finally has started to grow on my family. Even though I can tell that they still can't understand it, I am thankful that I didn't get stuck in a worse situation where I was kicked out or anything else. If I didn't have my family to support me then I wouldn't have much at all.

The thing that bothers me the most is that even if your family supports you, it will still never make any sense to them why you are the way you are and most will always wish you went down the path that they had visioned. My one friend who is now much older had me over with his mom one time and his mom said something that even hurt me to hear. She said while showing me pictures of him as a teenager, "and this is the age he was when he broke my heart." Meaning that this was the age he was when he came out to her.

This post has gone long enough for me to write! Now its your turn. Everybody's coming out story is different, so, I would like you to share your coming out story in a comment below.

Peace!