how did you guys come out?

  • Thebiguy

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    Apr 13, 2010 5:39 AM GMT
    How did you guys come out to your parents/friends/anyone else.. I've been thinking about it these days and i'm pretty scared.... How'd they take it?icon_eek.gif
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    Apr 13, 2010 6:13 AM GMT
    It was a typical spring day for me, a high school senior. The sun was out, the clouds scattered throughout the sky with no foreseeable purpose to be there except to decorate the already beautiful afternoon. I had just been released school and I drove my 94' T-Bird back to the house where I had spent 13 years of my life. I reminisced often, wondering about how my life would be different if my parent would know of this secret I had been holding for so long. Held tightly within my heart I stumbled into the house, literally, as one of the dogs ran to greet me at the door.

    "Hi, did you have a good day?" Those words escaped my mother's lips of gentle breath and easy air. Instead of taking them in, I resisted the welcome, knowing that I was about to tell them something that could never be taken back. My mind was scattered, and I needed a moment to regain my composure. I had already given myself away. I was crying.

    As tears streamed down my face my mother came to my side to comfort me. She asked me if it were the kids at school again, bullying and harassing me with relentless efforts to bring me down into that grey pit of sorrow that I had been crawling out of for the last four years of my life. I told her that she was right on, and I told her that she was correct, and I told her that I just needed a moment to gather myself. I walked to my room. I felt the weight of the world lifting from disbelief in myself. I did not believe that my family could love someone like me. I had been taught my entire life that homosexuality was something only horrible people could engage in. I was taught to hate myself from the very beginning- and I did.


    Several minutes passed, and slowly did I recover, a brief refrain, from the torrent of sadness that would overtake my composure once again. My head was spinning, gasps for air, and the most pitiful face one could express was all that I had to show the world. I was completely and utterly naked. I couldn't cover myself up with the clothing of stoicism and impartiality any longer. I longed to be free of this prison that my soul seems to be encased within. I longed for expression and I longed for truth in my individuality and sincerity. I tired of people liking me through their own mirror in which they saw the world. I had sacrificed myself for far too long. My cowardice and powerlessness suppressed my ability to conquer the one thing that held me back. It was the one thing that hid, scared for it's entirety, in the shadows. It was the one thing that embraced the shallowness of the world and it's superficiality and feasted upon it greedily. It was myself.

    What was but an ephemeral moment had seemed like an eternity inside my room that day. Finally, mom came in. Another's voice had saved me from wallowing in the filth that was my own sorrow and shattered the redoubt, the bastion, of my lament. We decided to go to the store to get something for dinner that evening. Numb from the feeling of worthlessness, my body stood, a homunculus simply following orders to it's master. I sit feeling lifeless within my own skin inside of the PT Cruiser that mom loved so much. For some reason unbeknown to me silence seemed to pierce the veil of solitude I had ever so diligently crafted and stitched into my very mind. I looked out the window and took a deep breath. It was one of those breaths which seemed to swallow the insecurities you have for yourself temporarily. I could notice the blood coursing through my veins and the tips of my fingers amidst the air. I could feel the still of the air and see as clear as I ever could before in my life. I was summoning the courage within, the light of hope and the savior of all that I was, to the surface. I suppose I was so caught up in the sadness and the grief and the insecurity that I had forgotten to realize that I contain the power within me to stand up for myself all along.

    "I think I'm gay, Mom." It just came out suddenly. I could feel the very wind knocked out of myself after I said those words. Like of swarm of gnats, thoughts attacked me. "She will stop loving me now." "I have to accept rejection from those I love the most." "I have to make it on my own now. I only had them and not they do not approve of my life." And as quickly as they had come, the words of my mother were:

    "We knew, Jesse. We always knew." and when she smiled I cried one last time.
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    Apr 13, 2010 9:04 AM GMT
    It was during a get together, my family was pretty liquored up, so was I. They asked how come I've never brought home a girl, to which I said, "because I'm gay". And that was that. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Apr 14, 2010 3:52 AM GMT
    MuchMoreThanMuscle saidJust sat their asses down and told them. Told brothers after I told Mom.

    Told high school buds during a time out together while sitting at a cafe.
    That seemed easy.
  • BIG_N_TALL

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    Apr 14, 2010 5:08 AM GMT
    To make it simple...

    My friends - The people who I legitimately believe are my friends know, and I am still working on telling more of my friends. It can be somewhat confusing because to us it may seem like a huge deal, but to them it seems rather trivial... we debate on the 'what I say,' when, where, etc. To my friends, it was like "and"...

    Co-workers - Some know, but most don't know. I have to be a little picky on this one because I live in a state where there are no laws prohibiting discrimination in the work place... in effect, I could be outright fired for being gay. This is kind of a non-issue at the moment since I can't seem to find any thing other than temporary jobs... I need a full time job.

    Parents/family - This is the hard one. I know how my family feels about LGBT people. To some of my family members, we are jokes, "deviants," "fags," etc. I am temporarily living at home, and I hope to move out ASAP once I get a full time job. I have been wanting to tell them for a while, but I haven't worked up the nerve to tell them. I am fairly certain my siblings know - they keep making comments about me making out with men, etc. My parents will be the most difficult of the bunch. My father will probably just accept it and move on. My mother will be stuck in this phase of "what did I do wrong, etc" forever - she does not like gay people. If there is anyone I could see myself parting ways with over my sexuality... it will most likely be my mother.

    This is just me... everyone does it differently. You'll know when you are comfortable enough to come out
  • cmom19

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    Apr 14, 2010 5:26 AM GMT
    Completely wasted and depressed, unfortunately, to my closest friend in my fraternity. Fortunately, he couldn't have been more supportive. I then told more friends, gaining confidence when I realized that everyone still liked me the same. My parents were a bit different, but I'm happy to say that we're back on good terms.
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    Apr 14, 2010 5:30 AM GMT
    I've never had to sit anyone down or utter the phrase "loved someone, I'm gay". I live my life openly and the people around me are smart enough to put pieces together. It's a non-issue for me, or rather it's always been important for me to NOT make it an issue.
  • Bunjamon

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:03 AM GMT
    The first person I told was a friend when I was 14. We were sitting in her backyard and I said I needed to tell her something, but that I couldn't say it out loud. So I wrote "I'm gay" on a piece of paper and showed it to her. She said, "I know."

    I told my twin sister and my parents right before she and I were set to go on a trip to Hungary to visit a friend. I was 16, and again, I couldn't find the words to say everything I wanted to say, so I wrote them all letters, and put them next to their beds. We talked about it over breakfast the next day, as if nothing big had even happened.

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:06 AM GMT
    to brother (whilst walking past a child having a HUGE tantrum in the street): "one of the best things about being gay is I don´t have to put up with that".

    To parents "You know I´m gay, don´t you".

    In both cases went easy. yay for non religious family.

    With aquaintainces trying to set me up with their female friends

    "Oh, that wouldn´t work",
    "why?"
    "I don´t "do" girls".
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    Apr 14, 2010 6:46 AM GMT
    After I was pretty sure I was gay, I started telling people, one by one, when I could slip it into conversation. The first person I ever told was this kid a year younger than me, whose older brother was a cool high school dropout. I was in his room and we were talking, and he asked me something about girls, and I said "I think I'm gay, actually." He wasn't very accepting about it, it was pretty shocking for him I think, but he just kind of nodded along with it. Then I told all my friends, then I let it just be "known" around school that I was gay.

    Family is a different story.
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    Apr 14, 2010 6:57 AM GMT
    Soulasphyx saidIt was a typical spring day for me, a high school senior. The sun was out, the clouds scattered throughout the sky with no foreseeable purpose to be there except to decorate the already beautiful afternoon. I had just been released school and I drove my 94' T-Bird back to the house where I had spent 13 years of my life. I reminisced often, wondering about how my life would be different if my parent would know of this secret I had been holding for so long. Held tightly within my heart I stumbled into the house, literally, as one of the dogs ran to greet me at the door.

    "Hi, did you have a good day?" Those words escaped my mother's lips of gentle breath and easy air. Instead of taking them in, I resisted the welcome, knowing that I was about to tell them something that could never be taken back. My mind was scattered, and I needed a moment to regain my composure. I had already given myself away. I was crying.

    As tears streamed down my face my mother came to my side to comfort me. She asked me if it were the kids at school again, bullying and harassing me with relentless efforts to bring me down into that grey pit of sorrow that I had been crawling out of for the last four years of my life. I told her that she was right on, and I told her that she was correct, and I told her that I just needed a moment to gather myself. I walked to my room. I felt the weight of the world lifting from disbelief in myself. I did not believe that my family could love someone like me. I had been taught my entire life that homosexuality was something only horrible people could engage in. I was taught to hate myself from the very beginning- and I did.


    Several minutes passed, and slowly did I recover, a brief refrain, from the torrent of sadness that would overtake my composure once again. My head was spinning, gasps for air, and the most pitiful face one could express was all that I had to show the world. I was completely and utterly naked. I couldn't cover myself up with the clothing of stoicism and impartiality any longer. I longed to be free of this prison that my soul seems to be encased within. I longed for expression and I longed for truth in my individuality and sincerity. I tired of people liking me through their own mirror in which they saw the world. I had sacrificed myself for far too long. My cowardice and powerlessness suppressed my ability to conquer the one thing that held me back. It was the one thing that hid, scared for it's entirety, in the shadows. It was the one thing that embraced the shallowness of the world and it's superficiality and feasted upon it greedily. It was myself.

    What was but an ephemeral moment had seemed like an eternity inside my room that day. Finally, mom came in. Another's voice had saved me from wallowing in the filth that was my own sorrow and shattered the redoubt, the bastion, of my lament. We decided to go to the store to get something for dinner that evening. Numb from the feeling of worthlessness, my body stood, a homunculus simply following orders to it's master. I sit feeling lifeless within my own skin inside of the PT Cruiser that mom loved so much. For some reason unbeknown to me silence seemed to pierce the veil of solitude I had ever so diligently crafted and stitched into my very mind. I looked out the window and took a deep breath. It was one of those breaths which seemed to swallow the insecurities you have for yourself temporarily. I could notice the blood coursing through my veins and the tips of my fingers amidst the air. I could feel the still of the air and see as clear as I ever could before in my life. I was summoning the courage within, the light of hope and the savior of all that I was, to the surface. I suppose I was so caught up in the sadness and the grief and the insecurity that I had forgotten to realize that I contain the power within me to stand up for myself all along.

    "I think I'm gay, Mom." It just came out suddenly. I could feel the very wind knocked out of myself after I said those words. Like of swarm of gnats, thoughts attacked me. "She will stop loving me now." "I have to accept rejection from those I love the most." "I have to make it on my own now. I only had them and not they do not approve of my life." And as quickly as they had come, the words of my mother were:

    "We knew, Jesse. We always knew." and when she smiled I cried one last time.



    amazing story! but whats more amazing is your writing skills - excellent man!
  • Twenty_Someth...

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    Apr 14, 2010 7:00 AM GMT
    Family: I told them on a sunny April 1st afternoon that I was bringing my girlfriend over for dinner. They always wondered why I never had one, and my mom got really excited. At dinner, there was no girlfriend, and when they asked where she was I said "April fools! I was just fucking around, I'm gay!" Some folks from the Carolinas aren't so keen on gay people, so I had to make it as comedic as possible for my own sanity. My mom cried at first, but said she was okay with it. (but kept asking afterward if I was confused). My grandparents blamed it on the devil, and my sister said she liked me even better because I wasn't some weirdo, and was just gay.

    Best "Girl Friend" in college: She tried to hook up with me at a party, and I pulled away. She started crying and sobbed "YOOUUU THINNKK I'M UGGGLYYYY WAAHHAHAHA". I told her I loved her as a friend and was just gay. She regained her composure, obviously a little embarrassed, and told me she knew the whole time, but was just testing me to see if I'd tell her. icon_rolleyes.gif I was like "of course I understand" to make her feel less awkward about the situation"

    Best bud from college: My best friend, and partner in crime during college was this Indian kid named Akshay. I wanted to tell him for so long that I was gay, but always heard "fag" this and "gay" that coming out of his mouth. We were pretty drunk and watching the Gerard Butler movie RocknRolla. The scene where Bob tells Gerard that he is gay because he thinks hes going to prison comes on, and Gerard freaks out that Bob, his best friend is gay. Akshay looked at me and said "holy shit man, I can't imagine what I'd do if you told me you were gay! You better not be a fag man, hahahah." I got really defensive and said "so what if I was?" And he replied "then you'd still be my best friend and I'd have to adjust..." I was really emotional at this point and just sort of sobbed out "good, cause I am." It was a very surreal moment for me, and he felt bad about how hard it was for me to tell him, and that it was because I wasn't sure how he'd take it. He is still my best friend and has my back more than anyone else to this day.

    Rest of the gang from work/friends/real life: I just pick awesome occasions to tell them. Usually we are doing something fun, where a good memory has already been established for the day...

    Good luck! In my experience people have reacted way better than I could have hoped for. Just try to treat it like its not a big deal, even though your emotions will be running wild. Its way better out of the closet man... Just ask Harry Potter! icon_razz.gif
  • tennsjock

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    Apr 14, 2010 7:00 AM GMT
    don't come out to your mother while she's driving... not a good idea icon_wink.gif
  • Twenty_Someth...

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    Apr 14, 2010 7:05 AM GMT
    Or if her mouth is full at the dinner table. She could choke! icon_razz.gif
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    Apr 14, 2010 7:07 AM GMT
    A La Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie Mode...


    We were at a small friends/family reunion, my cousin was next to me...I texted him..hey...I'm bi, but have a boyfriend now.

    He just turns around, looks at me...smiles and says: So?


    After that...thats all I need to hear...
    but then to tell the rest? well a stupid old friend of my made sure she told the whole world I was a Homo, not knowing my first boyfriend was her "now-straight" brother.

    Hahah
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    Apr 14, 2010 7:09 AM GMT
    ItsJhonnyBam saidA La Paris Hilton/Nicole Richie Mode...


    We were at a small friends/family reunion, my cousin was next to me...I texted him..hey...I'm bi, but have a boyfriend now.

    He just turns around, looks at me...smiles and says: So?


    After that...thats all I need to hear...
    but then to tell the rest? well a stupid old friend of my made sure she told the whole world I was a Homo, not knowing my first boyfriend was her "now-straight" brother.

    Hahah


    lmfao!
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    Apr 14, 2010 7:12 AM GMT
    wrote a column in my high school's "senior edition" newspaper. i was in journalism and was out to some ppl but not everyone, so i wrote an article about what i went through in high school, from discovering im gay, how ppl treated me, how the things you over hear ppl say (gay slurs/jokes) affected me, and the stress it put on me.

    it was very well absorbed by the whole school actually. ppl who i once hated wold stop me to tell me how great the article was and shake me hand. it was pretty liberating and awesome.

    I even had ppl telling me that the article sparked class long discussions, the details i didnt care to ask but the fact that my article took up a whole class period was pretty cool too icon_razz.gif
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    Apr 14, 2010 8:37 AM GMT
    hm everyone had some really good stories to tell, here's my own experience. I always knew all along that I dig guys more than girls just never had the courage to do it or say it -so I basically experiment slept around post HS thru college yrs and became a full-gay when I graduated from college (22 yrs old).

    came out to straight friends: came out to friends from HS around this time (6 yrs ago), basically I just told them when we were driving around in the car together that I dig guys and I have some porno magazine in the car - one of them said "that would explain why you never had a gf in HS" - one of the girl had a crush on me, she felt bad for me somehow. We kind of lost contact after this simply because I wanted to go out to the bars and be gay and I eventually moved to Los Angeles at the time. They still stayed in my hometown, OC.

    came out to family/relatives: by accident, my mother saw an embracing photo from my photo album that I took with a gay friend from my San Francisco visit (3 ys ago)- she jokingly/nervously said during the family dinner that I am a homo and showed everyone the photo - my brother in-law, older brothers, dad, sister - knew all along and were kinda shocked - my sister took it the worst - told me that she doesn't want to hang around her kids - later she apologized for this statement a few weeks later after realizing that was an a-hole statement. I was mad at my mom and sister for a while for outing me and their reactions - then eventually they apologized. I eventually left the Los Angeles area and moved back up to San Francisco for work/personal reasons. I think now we are on good terms, I think they just miss having me around in the area in general.

    came out to my colleague/co-workers. i picked and chose the people pretty much - when I told them - they pretty much knew and respected me more w/ the fact that i told them. I worked for a very gay-friendly company in downtown San Francisco currently, they couldn't really care less if I was a homo, my supervisor is a lesbian and the director is also gay. So, I'm just doing my job and keep saving up money for traveling.

    I believe in things happened for a reason - after so many wrong twists and turns - I wouldn't be where I am today without all of those positive/negative experiences. I suggest coming out at your own comfort level and try to not get hurt by anyone in the process. Good luck, icon_biggrin.gif
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    Apr 14, 2010 8:43 AM GMT
    Well, I'd decided to come out after coming to the brink of suicide. Shame it took me completely hating myself and being so unhappy to realize what was really happening, that I was letting society win.

    About 5 months later I was dating my first boyfriend, and didn;t want to sneak around, so I decided to find out who my real friends were. I told friends I worked with at a summer camp first, then when I went back to school, I told my college friends (who would help pull me through when that relationship turned sour.)

    I told my mom by saying the friend I was visiting so much was my boyfriend. She took it fine. She went to her catholic priest for confession not to be upset about me being gay but because she feared she had ever said or done anything homophobic to me growing up. My brother said he'd been waiting for those words to come out of my lips for nearly 6 years at that point. My stepfather apologized for the gay jokes he was wont to say.

    I lost a lot of friends who were evangelical christians, but they were pretty awful people and friends anyways.

    So I guess I had it easy. I really only had to get over my own internalized hompphobia instilled in me from growing up in a Catholic school environment from kindergarten through senior year in high school.
  • Nayro

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    Apr 14, 2010 10:06 AM GMT
    Soulasphyx saidIt was a typical spring day for me, a high school senior. The sun was out, the clouds scattered throughout the sky with no foreseeable purpose to be there except to decorate the already beautiful afternoon. I had just been released school and I drove my 94' T-Bird back to the house where I had spent 13 years of my life. I reminisced often, wondering about how my life would be different if my parent would know of this secret I had been holding for so long. Held tightly within my heart I stumbled into the house, literally, as one of the dogs ran to greet me at the door.

    "Hi, did you have a good day?" Those words escaped my mother's lips of gentle breath and easy air. Instead of taking them in, I resisted the welcome, knowing that I was about to tell them something that could never be taken back. My mind was scattered, and I needed a moment to regain my composure. I had already given myself away. I was crying.

    As tears streamed down my face my mother came to my side to comfort me. She asked me if it were the kids at school again, bullying and harassing me with relentless efforts to bring me down into that grey pit of sorrow that I had been crawling out of for the last four years of my life. I told her that she was right on, and I told her that she was correct, and I told her that I just needed a moment to gather myself. I walked to my room. I felt the weight of the world lifting from disbelief in myself. I did not believe that my family could love someone like me. I had been taught my entire life that homosexuality was something only horrible people could engage in. I was taught to hate myself from the very beginning- and I did.


    Several minutes passed, and slowly did I recover, a brief refrain, from the torrent of sadness that would overtake my composure once again. My head was spinning, gasps for air, and the most pitiful face one could express was all that I had to show the world. I was completely and utterly naked. I couldn't cover myself up with the clothing of stoicism and impartiality any longer. I longed to be free of this prison that my soul seems to be encased within. I longed for expression and I longed for truth in my individuality and sincerity. I tired of people liking me through their own mirror in which they saw the world. I had sacrificed myself for far too long. My cowardice and powerlessness suppressed my ability to conquer the one thing that held me back. It was the one thing that hid, scared for it's entirety, in the shadows. It was the one thing that embraced the shallowness of the world and it's superficiality and feasted upon it greedily. It was myself.

    What was but an ephemeral moment had seemed like an eternity inside my room that day. Finally, mom came in. Another's voice had saved me from wallowing in the filth that was my own sorrow and shattered the redoubt, the bastion, of my lament. We decided to go to the store to get something for dinner that evening. Numb from the feeling of worthlessness, my body stood, a homunculus simply following orders to it's master. I sit feeling lifeless within my own skin inside of the PT Cruiser that mom loved so much. For some reason unbeknown to me silence seemed to pierce the veil of solitude I had ever so diligently crafted and stitched into my very mind. I looked out the window and took a deep breath. It was one of those breaths which seemed to swallow the insecurities you have for yourself temporarily. I could notice the blood coursing through my veins and the tips of my fingers amidst the air. I could feel the still of the air and see as clear as I ever could before in my life. I was summoning the courage within, the light of hope and the savior of all that I was, to the surface. I suppose I was so caught up in the sadness and the grief and the insecurity that I had forgotten to realize that I contain the power within me to stand up for myself all along.

    "I think I'm gay, Mom." It just came out suddenly. I could feel the very wind knocked out of myself after I said those words. Like of swarm of gnats, thoughts attacked me. "She will stop loving me now." "I have to accept rejection from those I love the most." "I have to make it on my own now. I only had them and not they do not approve of my life." And as quickly as they had come, the words of my mother were:

    "We knew, Jesse. We always knew." and when she smiled I cried one last time.


    I like your story!icon_smile.gif
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    Apr 14, 2010 1:14 PM GMT
    Raised by Grandparents who were bible hugging hardcore southern baptist, I've been gay since the day I arrived in this world, told my Granny and Grandpa that I wanted to tell them something important and we needed sit in the kitchen, southern thing in my family, everthing inportant was talked about at the kitchen table

    They sat down, I said I love ya and then told them I'm gay, Grandpa looks over at Granny and said "I told Ya" and we never talked about it again
  • calibro

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:04 PM GMT
    messy story involving me in a police station... not the way you should
  • jrs1

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:08 PM GMT
    Lostboy saidto brother (whilst walking past a child having a HUGE tantrum in the street): "one of the best things about being gay is I don´t have to put up with that".

    To parents "You know I´m gay, don´t you".

    In both cases went easy. yay for non religious family.

    With aquaintainces trying to set me up with their female friends

    "Oh, that wouldn´t work",
    "why?"
    "I don´t "do" girls".

    I effing adore you.

    I can't follow a coming out tale such as that, so ... I'll say that I was playing charades with my legs in the air and someone called out - " fag! " - and my reply was: " you guessed it! "

    ... if only I was that cool. * shrugs *
  • jrs1

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:10 PM GMT
    TheIStrat saidWell, I'd decided to come out after coming to the brink of suicide. Shame it took me completely hating myself and being so unhappy to realize what was really happening, that I was letting society win.

    so glad you decided to stay with us ... I'm keeping you, you little slut. I just might enjoy talking to you ... just a little.

  • swlaman82

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    Apr 14, 2010 6:15 PM GMT
    I had just left the funeral home for the wake of my ex's sister-in-law whom I was very close to. My ex and I had broken up less than a month before and it was the first time I saw him and his family since. I was a compete train wreck and when driving home it hit me that it was time.

    So, I called home (not the way I ever thought I would do it) and told mom. She reacted a lot better than I thought she would and basically said oh well. My dad on the other hand was another story. He wasn't home that night but when mom told him he locked himself in his room for a day and then it took him 2 days to write me an e-mail.

    We haven't spoken of it since.