Story 17

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I'm a female and I like, well, feminine people. I like other females and people who like to be girly. I know I'm too young to know anything is permanent and I do try to avoid labels. I also tried very, very hard to avoid coming out to my parents. I didn't know what they would say. I didn't know that my mother would find out when neither of us were ready. It really hurts to be forced to sit down in front of your birth giver and listen to her tell you how disgusting you are and how you're the punishment for her doing something wrong in the eyes of God. It hurts when your father, who accepts you, gets physically ill because he has to take insults for accepting his own daughter. It hurts to feel unsafe in your own house. It hurts because kids at school, people I never even talk to, support me more than my own mother. No one should be forced to come out when they don't want to. No one should see their kid as a punishment, disgusting, confused, etc just because they love other human beings. No one should have to listen to their parent scream at their other parent that because of their LGBT+ kid, they want to go to sleep any never wake up. I get that it's a shock to you, but you have no right to do that.

I know my friends have my back and i have made multiple escape plans in case things come to that. Things have died down but I know my mother can't see me in the same way. She won't hang out with me anymore (the closest I've gotten to that is watching movie with her, but she used it to fall asleep in about five minutes) and she probably tries to ignore it. My father supports me but does tell me that what I feel may or may not be permanent. Overall, sometimes I wish i could go back and be born again as someone who was straight. You can have the parades and I'll get safety, security, the majority's support, and my mother's love.

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