I’m only 16 years old today, but I tried to come out to my parents when I was barely 14. I had a boyfriend at the time who I was crazy about. My mom took up my phone because I was texting too late and I just started crying because I didn’t want her to find out who I was talking to. A couple minutes later she called me into the other room and asked me why I was so upset. I said “Mom…I can’t tell you, you’ll hate me.” When she called my dad into the room I just had to say “I’m gay” to both of them.
I was so scared, and expected a horrid reaction, but it didn’t seem that bad at first. But over the course of the next week, I argued with them about how it wasn’t a choice, how I couldn’t help it, and they just told me how wrong and bad I was. After all the trouble, I was forced to go back into the closet to them, so once again they think I’m straight. I’m just glad I have greats friends and brothers who I can tell anything to and who can really except me for who I am.