How old were you when you came out?
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Been out to everyone, including my family since I was 13.
I come from a Macedonian family too, so it wasn't easy, but everyone has accepted me for who I am and my sexual orientation isn't even a subject any more. I'm 28 years old now. I found coming out wasn't the hardest part of being gay, being around other gay guys is the hardest part.
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I guess you could say I never had a closet as everyone in my family basically when I was growing up even as such a young child. I think? I officially came out and told my aunt who raised me when i was 12 but she obviously wasn't shocked as I always talked to her about the hot guys on TV or in person since I was like 6.
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I came out at 13 years old, When I was 13 years old my friends send me porn site. But I always seen on men penis. and I tried to find the picture of naked male but I found the picture of man who have sex with man. :cheesy2: It is my way.. hahahah
but . when I was 21 I told my mom as I'm gay but, my mom did not belived me !!
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I came out with my friends with 23, but my family not yet… anyway, I think that they already know. I'm 25 now.
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Been out to everyone, including my family since I was 13.
I come from a Macedonian family too, so it wasn't easy, but everyone has accepted me for who I am and my sexual orientation isn't even a subject any more. I'm 28 years old now. I found coming out wasn't the hardest part of being gay, being around other gay guys is the hardest part.
:ghug:
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For friends, I've always kind of hinted without overtly saying it. I think most of them have taken the hint. I've only plainly told a handful of female friends in the midst of a very unpleasant period where I was crushing hard on a mutual straight friend. I told him eventually. We don't really talk anymore, haha. ::) I came out to one of my sisters in my early 20's. My mom in my early 20's, too. She doesn't seem to "get it". We don't discuss it much. ::)
It's basically an open secret with me. I don't really hide it or advertise it, but I don't mind telling people if they ask.
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I was 15 or 16. I tested the waters by mentioning "I wonder if i'm bisexual." But then I fully came out in therapy. My parents were surprised, and it took a little getting used to, but everything's fantastic now. I'm so proud of how far my parents came.
But other than that, I haven't told all my family. On my mom's side, it actually went perfect because my cousin, who is way older than me, came out to my aunt, and my mom was like "Oh Andrew's gay too!" But neither of us have told my uncle, who I really don't know how would react. On my Dad's side I haven't told anyone. My Grandma is still alive and considering I don't really care about that side of the family I thought there was no point in stirring the pot, and possibly jeoperdizing my inheritance. But whenever my grandma is gone i'll probably yell my aunt, uncle and cousins, they're all very liberal so I doubt they would care.
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I was 21
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I was 16
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12th grade, so 17?
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EDIT: I forgot I'd already posted here.
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I still haven't, haha.
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I was outed by my 'best friend' when I was 13.. initially I hated her but was thankful that she did it for me. I felt so free!
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I'm not really familiar with " coming out" as gay. When I was 18 I realized I could be attracted by boys as well and started dating some and just talked about it like it's normal because to me that's not even a problem or something strange. So I guess to some friend / sister etc I said " I met someone and I really like him " "him? so you're gay?" " well probably bi I guess, so what do we eat?" … along these lines and that's about it.
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I was 22 and so afraid when I did… but now everything is cool (im 26 btw)
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I think I had an atypical coming out story. From what I gather from my gay friends and even the posts here, I feel most gays come out to a close friend first, then other friends, and then their parents and family much later. I didn't.
Obviously, you usually acknowledge it to yourself way before ever saying it to anyone else, so that was normal for me, and I admitted I was gay just before my 13th birthday (so technically I was 12). However, I didn't tell a soul until just before my 18th birthday. I'm 26 now.
The first person I told was my mom. It was interesting, because I assumed that she and my dad had their suspicions, but it was never acknowledged. When I told my mom she broke down into tears, but it wasn't like she was angry or anything. She and I laid on my bed together, and she cried saying how she had to rethink how my whole life was going to be. She was like, now you won't be getting married, and I won't have grandchildren by you, etc. It took a while for her to realize, even though I kept telling her over and over, that none of that had to change; the only thing different would be that I would be with another man instead of a woman. Finally she calmed down, said she loved me, gave me a big hug and kiss, and then within minutes she was forcing me out of the closet to other family members.
She made me call my grandmother next and tell her over the phone. She was in her 80s at the time, and I was freaking out because I was like how is this old-fashioned 1920s-born woman going to react to me being gay? Is she going to have a heart-attack? Is she going to disown me? That thought was terrifying to me because I was the closest to her of her 13 grandchildren. So my mom spoke to her first made a little small talk and then was like, "Your grandson has something to tell you," and she then handed me the phone. So I had no choice but to tell her, but I was kind of beating around the bush a bit, making small talk with her as well, but then finally I told her I was gay. Her reaction was funny, because she said, "OK, so what? That's what you had to tell me? What's the big deal?" So that too was a relief. I cried of happiness and we laughed and talked for a while longer together, and then I got off the phone with her.
Then my mother was like, you have to go tell your father, who had been in our living room with the TV on without a clue in the world that I had just come out to my mom and grandmother. I was terrified of telling him as well. He was always the person I was most fearful of telling because he had the stereotypical man's-man macho job. And I just had that fear that if he found out he'd be the one to disown me out of everyone. So we had this big sectional couch at the time (big L-shaped) So he was at one end of the couch, so I went in and sat at the complete opposite end (of the "L"). I sat down and said, "Dad I have something to tell you, and I'm afraid of how you'll react." He was like "Well what is it?" So I paused, gathered myself together and then just said it, "Dad, I'm gay!" His reaction was the most priceless of all. He literally said, "And you think I haven't figured that for years now? I love you son, nothing is gonna change that!" And of course I started crying again and we hugged, and it was all good.
The funny thing is my parents said they didn't want me to tell my brother, who was only 13 at the time, because they didn't think he was mature enough. They didn't think he was too immature to understand what it meant, they just didn't think he would be an adult about it, and not think it was weird. So we agreed not to tell him until a later date.
The next day, I told about 3 friends in school, but I asked them to keep it a secret which they did. Months later I started, right after high school graduation I started coming out to a number of my other classmates, even those who used to torture me calling me a "fag" and "gay" just because they suspected it. However, when I told even some of them, many of them apologized for the shit they had given me for years, and said if they had actually known, they wouldn't have been so harsh on me.
It was sometime about a year later, when I was home from a break in college (I think it was spring break actually, so pretty much about 1 year exactly after coming out to my parents) that my mom and I told my brother. He was actually really mad, not because I was gay, but because he felt hurt that we kept it from him for a year.
Then it was about a year later that my mom started nonchalantly outing me to the rest of the family. My ENTIRE family and extended family are Republicans, and every single one of them was accepting of my sexuality, so that puts to rest some of the myths that ALL Republicans are anti-gay.
I also didn't address my coming out experience at college, which was probably more terrifying than telling my parents and high school friends, since I was off on my own, and felt I had to come out to three roommates whom I didn't know from Adam, and had no context as to how they would react.
So if anyone is interested in that story I'd be glad to share it as well, but this post is already so long, and maybe some of you will be like… "Dude, wtf? This thread topic was literally just asking how old you were when you came out, not your fucking coming out life story." HAHA.
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I think I came out when I was 19 or 20. My friend asked if I was gay and said he didn't care if I was or not. I came out to my parents about a year later and they didn't have a problem with it either.
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To myself at 22
Family 25
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I was just 16 when I came out to my mom. She heard I was kissing a guy in the park. Shouted at me for it. I told her he was my boyfriend. She slapped me in the face. I shouted "I'm gay" louder.
Think she was more annoyed about the guy I was kissing who is now my ex who I live with.
