Asklemmy

So my mom asked if I was gay, I told her I'm only attracted to women. She kept trying to figure out what was up (she was nosy and I was trying to leave a coming out letter so I was acting sus af). Anyways eventually she said "well I know you aren't trans" and I said "about that…" and came out. Lots of crying on both our parts later she was incredibly supportive, but I wasn't worried as she had already been a vocal trans ally.

My father on the other hand attempted to talk me out of it then hasn't really spoken to me since. That includes years of living together. Which, points for stubbornness I suppose.

I was uh 19? 20? something like that.

Came out because I realized that my insurance covered hrt and I was going to get it. That's just how I think about things sometimes I just decide on something and do it. Once I get like that I accept all consequences unremorsefully, it is kinda unreasonable I guess. I was on my parents (mom and stepdad ) insurance (thanks Obama) so that could have been bad but I think in the back of my mind I knew that even if my mom didn't agree she wouldn't kick me off of her insurance to stop me since I'd die or something.

Any way I planned to tell my parents in a specific order and for some reason I decided to tell my extremely homophobic/transphobic sperm donor and sister first. That ended up as well as you'd think, I ended up getting assaulted and the police were called on me since I threatened to kms if he didn't stop attacking me (yeah it's kinda a 4D chess move 😮‍💨 you wouldn't get it). Anyway I almost got committed but managed to only get put in PHP and ended up coming out to my mom at the hospital. The first thing she asked me was "why did you come out to him first?" and I was like "I had this plan it apparently wasn't good but it was mine".

looking back it's funny how the police had actually taken my side but still had to cuff me and take me to the ER. Also why the fuck did that cost like 2k when I didn't even have a choice of not going to the hospital then 🤔.

My ex BF demanded I come out of the closet if he were to remain with me. So I did. Then we broke up and he trashed my apartment.

Then I had my first chance to sleep with a woman and realized I was 10,000% bisexual. Then I had to come out a 2nd time.

I got back together with my ex BF. He asked me to move in with him. So I moved out of my low income housing that took me 2 years to secure (rent was 30% of my income and I was paying like 40 bucks a month to live there). A month goes by and he said he didn't love me anymore and told me to move out. My car had broken down as well so I moved back to my parents place.

Hard times... well I guess that's every time now isn't it?

i was 16 years old and decided, for some reason, that it was a great time to come out as the only gay kid in school in the year 2005. i was living with my father and had to keep it secret because he was extremely homophobic. the kids bullied me and i eventually dropped out because my life was threatened and they told me where i lived after i called their bluff lol, k bye. before then i was able to tell my mother with a school counselor that i was gay. she kinda knew and was fine with it but was worried my life would be difficult.

eventually, my father somehow found out and asked me and i confirmed his suspicions. he told me he didn't accept it and that i could change. blah blah blah. i thought he would beat me and kick me out, because he told me he would. he said i would never be his child if i were gay. one time, there were two gay dudes in the back of a wedding photo he was looking at with me and his girlfriend, and he tore it up into pieces and said "i don't want any fucking faggots in this house." noted! anyway, he didn't do shit and eventually accepted me. i don't talk to him anymore because he's a fascist.