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| Like I say - coming out's just a bit stupid. |
A lot of gay people tend to come out to one or two of
their closest friends, then other friends, and eventually, their family. I kind
of came out in completely the opposite order – in fact, the first people I told
were my Mum and Dad, back in Year 7 after I’d been bullied on the bus home. I
got a very mixed reaction from them. On the one hand, my mum, who was, and
still is completely supportive of me and frankly doesn’t care if one day I
say to her “Mum, I need the house to myself tonight, because my boyfriend is
coming round for hot passionate sex.” She’d probably be more concerned if I
turned around to her and declared “Mum, I broke your bottle of wine, please don’t
kill me.” Anyway, I digress.
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| I should point out that as much as she loves her wine, my mum isn't an alcoholic... |
My dad, on the other
hand, took it less well. On the surface, he seemed supportive, if a little
shocked, but in the weeks that followed, it was clear that offering me his support
was the last thing on his mind – he tried to scare me out of being gay by
saying things like “if you’re gay, you’re going to die young because you’ll get
HIV which will turn into AIDS, and KILL YOU”, and so on. Long story
short, this sort of stuff carried on for at least a year, until I finally
decided that I would ‘run away’. I got as far as the bus stop when I a)
realised I had no money and b) saw my mum running down the road after me,
telling me to come back and that she’d have a word with my dad.
"Why would you come out
to your parents first, Rory?" I hear you ask. Well, it wasn’t planned, I promise.
Like I said, I only realised I was gay when the words actually left my mouth
the night I told them after having been bullied on the bus. "RORY IS
GAY" and "RORY LIKES MEN" and "RORY LIKES COCK UP HIS
ARSE" were the simplified versions of what they decided they'd write in
the condensation on the bus window. Angry, I reacted and started wiping it off,
not thinking that in doing so, I was fuelling their fun, and also confirming it.
Six months or so
later, I came out to my best friend, who just happens to be one of those
straight crushes I was talking about last week. How exactly, I can’t remember,
although I have a niggling feeling that I came out to him by telling him I
fancied him. If anything, he’d have been more surprised at the fact that
someone fancies him, than at the fact that his friend’s just told him he's gay.
A few weeks after, I came out to another one of my straight crushes. Both were
amazingly supportive and I’m sure that between the two of them, they’d kick the
living daylights out of anybody else who decides to give me grief for who I am.
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| We've all felt like this at some point, and when you're coming out, this is an all too familiar feeling. |
When I got to year 9,
I started seeing a counsellor, not just because the situation with my dad was
worsening, but also because I was starting to get confused about my
sexuality again. I wasn’t sure if I really was gay, or bi, or whether or not it
was ‘just a phase’. I’d experienced some minor bullying again, which had dented
my confidence, and I decided to ask the friends I’d already come out to,
to keep it quiet. The next person I came out to was in year 10, after an awkward
meeting in the boys changing rooms during a PE lesson (long story, but he was
bi and in the closet, neither of us told anybody, horrendous scenario avoided).
In years 8 through 11, I succeeded in telling a total of just 8 people, only 2
of whom I'm still in contact with. Ironically, 5 of the other 6 people I told
and then lost contact with, were either gay or bi; the two I'm currently left
with are both (sadly) straight. Moving on.
It was when I hit the Sixth Form that someone showed me this quote from Dr. Seuss: those who mind don't matter;
those who matter don't mind. When they told me that, I decided that it
was about bloody time to up sticks and get a move on with this coming out lark,
since I'd been comfortable with being gay since about the end of year 9, about
the time I stopped seeing my counsellor. And so I set my 'interested in' on
facebook to men, and decided that I'd answer 'yes' rather than 'no' to anybody
who asked me if I was gay. And here we are. I haven't been attacked or raped or
beaten up or whatever, which is what I was dreading would happen. Things just
carried on as normal, as if I had always been out, and no kerfuffle was made.
If there’s anybody left reading this (it is rather
long, I apologise) and you’re in the closet and contemplating
leaving it, then my advice to you is simple: rather than jumping straight in and announcing to the world you're gay (like this girl, who, it has to
be said, is either bloody brave for doing it the way she did, or a complete
fool), I think it's probably better to tell a few,
close, trusted friends first, so that you have a sort of support network you
can go to if things get messy later on (like when it comes to telling your
parents, etc.). Once you've done that, and you know that the people who mean most
to you are behind you, that's when I'd suggest telling everyone else, although
standing up in assembly and blurting it out probably isn't the best way to do
it. Things will probably get worse, before they get better, but trust me, they
WILL get better!
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| Do I need to say any more? |
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