When I came out I told my mum I was sexually attracted to girls and cried. She laughed and shrugged and hugged me, and whispered that she used to masturbate over Madonna. Eww.

When I came out, I actually had a forced coming out. My dad was checking my mobile and found a couple of messages that left very little room for explanation. He didn’t do anything stupid or bad. He bottled it all up inside himself and two years later, even now, he still is passive aggressive towards EVERYTHING I do.

When I came out my friends just said: “Told you so!”

When I came out… actually, I didn’t; my parents found pictures of me and my ex on my laptop. They said they wished I was a drug addict instead of being gay. They kicked me out of the house. I often wonder what would it be like if they just accepted me as I am.

When I came out I was 12 and my mother asked me if it was a phase and told me she wants for me all the good things. After a year she realized it was not going to change, and a few days ago (I’m sixteen) she said she knew I liked girls since I was 3 and started laughing.

When I came out, I was already 25. I wasn’t scared or anything, I just never had a close relationship with my parents. It was really hard for me when they told me that they would never accept that I have relationships with girls. My older sister isn’t talking to me at all since she found out. I moved to a bigger town. Family is important to me, so I look forward to having a new and a “better” one.

When I came out I was 14 and my mom was all dramatic and severe about it (though she was fine with it and only worried for me). But after a while it seems we only got closer. Now when I talk to her about my coming out, I’m halfway angry and tickled about her reaction.