When I came out, my mother and father hugged me, and told me that I could talk to them about it whenever I want.

When I came out, I was with my mom in a mental hospital after I attempted suicide. She didn’t seem surprised.

When I came out for the first time, it wasn’t a big deal anymore. There wasn’t anxiety, or grief, or a flood of any emotion at all, it just felt fine. That was perfect.

When I came out, my mother turned to my “friend” and said, “How long have you been sleeping with my son?” I brought him home and told her he was just a friend. He was the first person I had ever brought home to meet the parents!