Becoming Me

Nearing the end of 7th grade is when my life became a living hell. This was the time in my life that I started to question my sexuality. I was so flacking confused if I'm going to be honest. I was and am a supporter of the LGBTQ+ community, but I didn't know that I was a part of it. The hardest part about becoming me is for me to not be afraid. I have social anxiety so I already lived most of my life in fear. Now that I am bi...it freaked me out more. The second hardest part for me was coming out. Coming out was already hard enough for me, but if you add on that my mother thinks it's a sin, it got just a tad bit harder. It's not like she would disown me or anything but...it still scared me. My mom and I aren't that close but it would still hurt if she found out and didn't love me anymore. My friends eventually talked me into coming out to my parents but I put it off for months before that. When my parents, my sisters, and i moved I figured it was now or never. I told my dad first because my mother wasn't there. My father handled it amazingly and told me not to worry about telling my mom. When the time came to tell my mother I thought I should do it casually. Your probably thinking that I just sat her down and said "I'm Bisexual mom." But no. I showed her a picture of how I wanted to cut my hair. The hairstyle was typically what you would see on a man. My mother said "You'll look like a lesbian, no!" To which I responded, "So what, I'm bisexual." My mother went into denial for a few weeks then accepted it. She kept saying "it's a sin, but alright." I laughed it off but it still kind of hurt. She accepted I was Bisexual but she didn't support me. My mom and I are working on her supportivness and all that now. She is no longer saying it's a sin, so that's progress. That's all I guess.

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Personal story.