17… keep in mind that was in Brazil at a time where it wasn't as accepting as today (10 years ago).
I'm sure mom knew it but didn't think much of it until I started sneaking out to meet with a "friend" and one night I came home beaten up with bruises. My first boyfriend was very insecure about his sexuality and was physically abusive. He already had me locked up in a room for a whole day before, but the beating was sort of the end. Mom saw through what was happening and confronted me about it.
I was honest and she didn't take it very well at first, tried to convince me to try to be "straight" and find a nice girl... when I said that was not a possibility, she tried bribing me with a new car that was supposed to help me with the girls.
A year later she ended up accepting me and apologized for her past behaviour, explaining that she didn't know any gay couples at the time and that my first same-sex relationship being so abusive was really scary for her.
She became a huge ally and I still got to keep the car after that... :laugh: