In honour of Ello pride day (it is June 1st in Australia kids) I will write about my coming out story.
I had absolutely no consciousness of the fact that I was gay until I turned 17. That is when a new girl started at my school and I had a dream about her. I don't think I need to explain the delicious torture of unrequited love in high school, but rest assured, it was torture and it was delicious. It took an entire year of strange feelings for this girl for me to admit to myself that maybe I was a little, tiny bit gay maybe. I then got drunk a lot and cried a lot in my final year of high school. Enough so that everyone in my year level knew that I was gay and who I had feelings for, even the one I had feelings for.
So that was a lot of fun.
As for the family coming out. My sister found out I was gay when she stalked her friend's facebook account and read a conversation about it. After a few months of knowing, she decided that I was taking too long and outed me to my parents.
She really was just trying to be helpful so I hold no ill feelings towards her. Also, everything worked out fine with my parents as well as my other sister and then my extended family.
I know that many, many people in the LGBTQ community to not have such pleasant stories. I suffered mostly with myself, to the point where I became ill with chronic fatigue. The hardest lesson to learn is self acceptance and self love. I hope that if anyone is struggling with their sexuality or identity or anything, that they try and find some glimmer of kindness for themselves.
It has been nearly four years since I've been completely out and it is a joyous life to lead if you let it be.
Happy ello pride day!