My family is comprised almost entirely of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I dealt by hiding at first. I buried every gay tendency, adopted a homophobic attitude, and got so into it I almost lost myself.
When I was nineteen I moved in with my half brother, one of the most accepting and supportive people I ever met, but was so self repressed that it took alchohol poisoning and a something that bordered on interrogation-loving mind you- to drag the truth past my lips.
A drunken email is how my parents found out, followed by years of shunning- uninvited from my brothers wedding, disowned by my uncle and his family (who were as close if not closer than my own siblings and parents)
Now my mother is still trying to convert me (poor girl buys into the religion hook line and sinker and is honest to goodness trying to save her babies soul) And has gone as far as to add me on facebook. Now I just let taht be her window in on my life. I censor nothing, she has full access to my friends and posts. Maybe, just maybe shell see that my life and my love is not something abhorrent, but something just as good, pure and holy- perhaps more so- than some Witness peoples.