One month ago, I started coming out to my best friends, after truly starting with my wife. I’m bi. In that month, I’ve come out to everyone in my family who matters to me, including my mother, the person I was most expecting to disown me the whole time.
She didn’t. She’s got a lot of questionable views, and supports hateful people. But when it came down to it, she said “Of course I accept you as you are, you are my son and I love you unquestionably.”
Hi, I’m bi, and I’m so happy to finally be out and be me.
Had a friend come out to me just yesterday, and his story is identical. So much so that I had to creep your account to make sure you weren’t him.
The similarity doesn’t tell me that two people are going through this, it tells me that statistically, tens of thousands must be. Depressing, but yours is good news. Rickety parental unit aside, I hope you’re feeling as great as my buddy is; I could both see and hear that a tremendous weight had been lifted from his soul.
Best of luck to you and what this new future holds!
It’s the best gift I ever could’ve given myself. I went thirty years in the closet, lying to everyone (myself most of all) because I thought I was a monster.
Some Catholics successfully taught eleven year old me that gays and pedos were equal in evil and could never be forgiven. It took a hell of a lot of therapy and books and support from friends to let go of that. I almost succeeded at suicide a number of times.
However, now I finally really know that I was never a monster to begin with! I’m just queer as hell!
