Out Of The Closet: My Story
My coming out story is an interesting one. When I was eight, I used to play “house” with my female friend. We would kiss. I also played this game with another friend. I guess I was comfortable with the idea of kissing another girl very early on.
When I was twelve, I met my best friend in science class. I’ll call her Annie. We used to play this game too, but as years passed, it evolved into something more serious. We were saying “I love you” in 9th grade but no one knew. We had plans to tell our parents eventually. I also noticed that in 8th grade, I looked at girls in a romantic way.
My mother is very open minded and I somehow knew she would be okay with my being gay. One day when I was 15, we were in the car and I said “I love Annie” She said “Of course you do, she’s your best friend.” And I said: “No, I love Annie. Like, in love.” My mother looked at me for a moment and said “You know, I’ve been with women too. I used to consider myself bisexual.” After this she was completely supportive.
My parents are divorced. My Dad is a very sweet Italian man who is intimidating at first, until you realize he’s a big softy. I didn’t tell my father I was gay until I was seventeen. On the day that Annie broke up with me. Annie told me she didn’t love me anymore and she was attracted to men. I was so distraught that I asked my Dad to come pick me up. I explained that Annie left me. Once he realized what I meant, he cried. He was so angry and upset that I felt I couldn’t tell him. I had been making up boyfriends for years. He said, “You’re my kid, I love you no matter what.”
I guess you can say I have been out to everyone since the age of seventeen. I am very lucky to have such a supportive family. I am still surprised that my Dad has been so accepting. I am femme and tend to date femme-ish women, so my gender expression still puzzles him. He has very old fashioned ideas about gender, but he is willing to learn.
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I don’t read anything that sounds like either one of you is unhappy...
wow… Adriane, you are so lucky! All i ever dreamed of was for my parents to accept me in the same way but they have totally disowned me… it’s nice to know there are still loving and supportive, open minded true parents out there… your family has given me hope for another day!