Sorry this ended up being so long 
Last week was both a horrifying experience and a huge relief. I have been thinking of coming out for a loooong time now but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I finally told someone early last week and he helped me work up the courage to tell my sister and eventually my mom.
The first person I told was a friend from highschool. We keep in touch and talk nearly every day but he lives in another city (attending a different college than I) so talking to him seemed easiest to me. Since I didn't have to sit there face to face it just made it easier to talk about. His reaction wasn't bad at all, I knew he wouldn't have any problems with it but he did ask a lot of questions. His main thing was that he was sure I could change and stuff like that but after talking to him for a while he's dropped that idea.
I told him about how hard it was for me to tell him and how impossible it would be to tell my family. We talked about this for a while and agreed that telling my sister might be the next best move since she would be supportive when I went to tell my mom.
Telling my sister was VERY difficult, I spent a lot of time with her for a few days waiting for a good time to tell her but it didn't seem to come up. Eventually she asked me if I've ever had a girlfriend and I used that to get to what I wanted to tell her. Telling her was a great relief and she told me about what some of our family members thought. It turns out that my older sister and brother both think I'm gay, but I havn't told them yet. She also told me a bit about what our mom thinks about gays which was helpful when I finally told her.
The day before I told my mom I asked her if I could talk to her the next day about something and I told her to make sure there was plenty of time to talk about it. I found out that she talked to my sister about this trying to find out from her what I wanted to talk about. It turns out she had several guesses; everything from school to a possible girlfriend. Then she asked my sister if I was gay and my sister said she didn't know, to which my mom replied "I hope not."
When my sister told me about this I felt a bit crushed. It wasn't surprising to me but it was still hard to hear.
The next day, my mom was sitting outside so I went out to join her. Since she knew I wanted to talk to her that day she asked me what was on my mind. I told her how long I've been scared to tell her about this and how I even thought I'd have to wait till she died to move on with my life. I tried as long as I could to avoid telling her directly that I was gay. Eventually, I thought she must've figured it out by now so I told her.
Her response was that it's a choice and all that junk and she said that you have a choice of who you want to sleep with. She even said that if she made that choice that I wouldn't be here. I told her that the only choice I had was to keep it a secret or to tell her the truth. I told her that I didn't choose who I'm attracted to. She mentioned that it's probably because I havn't met a girl that I liked but I havn't met a guy I liked either, yet I know which is more attractive to me.
Anyway, I still have a lot to talk about with her because I don't feel comfortable with her reasonings for this. I don't blame her at all, I understand that she grew up in a different time and place so her views on this sort of thing are very different.
The good news is she still loves me no matter what
The bad news is she thinks telling my dad would be a very bad idea. 
Last week was both a horrifying experience and a huge relief. I have been thinking of coming out for a loooong time now but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I finally told someone early last week and he helped me work up the courage to tell my sister and eventually my mom.
The first person I told was a friend from highschool. We keep in touch and talk nearly every day but he lives in another city (attending a different college than I) so talking to him seemed easiest to me. Since I didn't have to sit there face to face it just made it easier to talk about. His reaction wasn't bad at all, I knew he wouldn't have any problems with it but he did ask a lot of questions. His main thing was that he was sure I could change and stuff like that but after talking to him for a while he's dropped that idea.
I told him about how hard it was for me to tell him and how impossible it would be to tell my family. We talked about this for a while and agreed that telling my sister might be the next best move since she would be supportive when I went to tell my mom.
Telling my sister was VERY difficult, I spent a lot of time with her for a few days waiting for a good time to tell her but it didn't seem to come up. Eventually she asked me if I've ever had a girlfriend and I used that to get to what I wanted to tell her. Telling her was a great relief and she told me about what some of our family members thought. It turns out that my older sister and brother both think I'm gay, but I havn't told them yet. She also told me a bit about what our mom thinks about gays which was helpful when I finally told her.
The day before I told my mom I asked her if I could talk to her the next day about something and I told her to make sure there was plenty of time to talk about it. I found out that she talked to my sister about this trying to find out from her what I wanted to talk about. It turns out she had several guesses; everything from school to a possible girlfriend. Then she asked my sister if I was gay and my sister said she didn't know, to which my mom replied "I hope not."
When my sister told me about this I felt a bit crushed. It wasn't surprising to me but it was still hard to hear.
The next day, my mom was sitting outside so I went out to join her. Since she knew I wanted to talk to her that day she asked me what was on my mind. I told her how long I've been scared to tell her about this and how I even thought I'd have to wait till she died to move on with my life. I tried as long as I could to avoid telling her directly that I was gay. Eventually, I thought she must've figured it out by now so I told her.
Her response was that it's a choice and all that junk and she said that you have a choice of who you want to sleep with. She even said that if she made that choice that I wouldn't be here. I told her that the only choice I had was to keep it a secret or to tell her the truth. I told her that I didn't choose who I'm attracted to. She mentioned that it's probably because I havn't met a girl that I liked but I havn't met a guy I liked either, yet I know which is more attractive to me.
Anyway, I still have a lot to talk about with her because I don't feel comfortable with her reasonings for this. I don't blame her at all, I understand that she grew up in a different time and place so her views on this sort of thing are very different.
The good news is she still loves me no matter what



















How can you argue that?






