What is your best coming out story?

Question

list some ways you came out to your friends and family.

Answer 1

I made a point of never coming out to more than one person at a time, just in case, and I had places to stay arranged before I told my parents- again, just in case.

Most of my friends and relatives weren't surprised-upset, but not surprised-, but the one that really sticks in my mind is my little (one year younger than me) brother. My twin didn't take it well when I told him, so I was worried about it. I went out for a drive with little bro, parked in a lot, looked at him, and said, "Bolt, I'm bi." I think I interrupted whatever he was saying at the time to tell him.

Well, he laughed real hard for a little bit, then looked up and saw me staring at him and finally goes, "Wait, you're serious?"

I nodded at him and he grinned. "That's awesome! Hey, I know some chicks I can introduce you to!" (I'm female.) And that was it. He's always been one hundred percent accepting of me, one of only three people who didn't bat an eye. I've become a lot closer to him since.

The other funny story is that when my mom told my grandmother, her only reply was, "Well, she never did like dolls." Good ol' Grandma.

Answer 2

My parents met me at Burger King while I was taking a lunch break from work, and when my Dad left to get the car my Mom said she could tell something was on my mind. She asked if it was a girl I knew, and I said no. She asked if it was a guy I knew, and I told her she was getting closer. I then just blurted it out that I was gay. It all worked out and they ended up being OK with me being gay, but it gives a new meaning to Burger King calling itself the Home of the Whopper!

Answer 3

I wanted to come out to my parents for over a year but every time I was about to do so, my brother, five years my junior and still at home, would tell me not now because mom has had a recent crisis at work, no because grandpa's health is poor and it's stressing mom out, wait until later because grandpa just died and it's stressing mom out, it's too close to Christmas, it's too close to Easter, too close to Arbor day, whatever. Well, one day my brother got in a huge row with my parents and he blurted out, "Well, at least I'm not gay like your oldest son!" If all else fails, deflect the attack from your and try to focus on someone else by changing the topic, I guess. Not quite like I had envisioned it. Just as well, it resulted in 8 years of total estrangement from my parents and my two youngest siblings. Even now, almost 20 years later my relationship with my adoptive father is non-existent and the relationship with my mother is strained. At least I'm close to all of my siblings.

Answer 4

After leading the "double life", hiding the gay side of my life, I finally decided I wanted to be free of this. The four major people of my life, I sat down face to face each separately. I basically just came out with it. "I'm Gay".

The responses:

Mom: (crying) "You know, I always knew"...

Dad: I don't remember... but the years of him not accepting me and telling me he did not want to see that part of my life, or hear about it is what I do remember. After years of not having a relationship with him because of this, I'm glad I was able to set things aside in the final year of his life to be friends with him again.

Grandma: "Is that what has been bothering you?" She was the most accepting.

Step Dad: He is the one that tormented me all my life, and when I finally came out, then he was finally OK with me. It's like now he could relax because he was "right". Him and Mom knew at a young age that I was Gay, and did their best to steer me away from being gay. His idea was to "toughing me up". He would tease me, badger me, make me do "boy stuff". I even joined a soccer team to please them. I hated it. Creative stuff was lumped into stuff that was feminine or gay. So I wasn't really encourage in areas that would have really helped me. I learned that I really couldn't be myself accept for in my own room. To this day, I feel most comfortable in my place, and suffer from an anxiety disorder... I still feel hindered, repressed.

Answer 5

My story is really unusual and interesting.

I never had to come out to my folks. From even before my puberty - both my parents confronted me face-to-face and accused me of being gay and liking guys. My both parents accused me of never dating girls, and being queer. Even when I tried to deny it - they wouldn't believe my lie. So I never had to come out to parents or tell them. RATHER, THEY TOLD ME !!!!!

So you see - that parents are not stupid. Not by a long shot. They see and notice more than they care to reveal. they watch everything and form their own conclusions.

And at school - I went to all-boys Catholic schools - from the get-go the other guys considered me a queer or f.a.g.g.o.t

they noticed that I was not a jock like them - I didn't play sports, didn't drink booze, smoke, chase girls, or strut my stuff around like a big shot - as they considered normal guys' behavior.

So all the guys decided that I must be a f-a-g. And they were right. they noticed I was a little too quiet, too introspective, non-competitive, too bookish.

In those days, they didn't call those guys "NERDS" or "GEEKS:
They called them QUEERS.

So I was tagged and accused by others and I never had to come out to anyone. they made up their minds and never reconsidered their opinions.

And that's that. So how do U like my story???????????

Answer 6

i told my mom and she about choked to death because she was eating.