My Coming Out Story

Coming out is complicated. I think the whole concept of “coming out” is rather asinine and I wish it wasn’t necessary. To have to sit your parent(s) down, prep them as best as possible, and drop the proverbial bomb while praying for the best possible outcome is incomprehensible. The anxiety, the fear, the apprehension, hoping that your parent will still love you, and not send you packing.

If/when I decide to have children, and if they end up telling me that they’re queer, I just want it to be treated as normal. As if they were telling me something that happened in school that day, “Mom, I feel ___ , I need to talk to you about it. We sit down, we discuss, and we plan our next move depending on what they tell me, and after that, we adjust accordingly as a family.

Or I would rather them just bring the person they may be dating home casually and introduce me just like any other friend or someone new to bring to my attention. I could never fathom making your child so fearful of your possible reaction that they hide someone they care about from you. I typically say strict helicopter parents create sneaky kids, and I was a prime example.

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