Post by andrewlj2002 on Mar 7, 2007 4:33:45 GMT
As you have often heard or even felt before, I always knew I was different. As a child, I often didn't fit in with the other boys my age. I didn't like sports, I was generally a good student, and I had far more girl friends than boy friends.
As I became older and aware of sex, I enjoyed experimenting with other boys. I never associated this with homosexuality, as I wasn't even aware of the term. Eventually, as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (a.k.a. the Mormon church), I learned that this behavior was sinful and that I wasn't a good child of God.
This realization threw me into a depression. I withdrew from family and friends. My grades dropped. I considered suicide. I even attempted killing myself twice. Luckily, my attempts failed (obviously, as I wouldn't be posting this if I succeeded). This depression lasted several years.
One night after coming home from work, my parents wanted to talk to me. They had me sit down on the couch and began the conversation with, "Is there anything that you would like to tell us?"
Right then, I knew it was something big, but I didn't quite know what they were referring to. Obviously, my sexuality was big on my mind, but how could they know? "Not that I know of...", I said.
"Nothing at all?" My parents questioned further.
"No..." I hesitantly answered.
"Well, we know that you lead an alternative lifestyle." I breathed a sigh of relief. I had wanted to tell them for months, but I was too scared to say anything. I even wrote a letter, believing it would be easier, but I destroyed it before they read it. They knew. I didn't have to tell them. And even though they were crying, believing that they were bad parents for not taking me fishing or camping enough (seriously), they still loved me. They didn't approve of my "chosen" lifestyle, but there wasn't any anger or hate. They loved me!
Ever since my partner has come into my life, my family has been more...tolerating. I wouldn't necessarily say accepting, although they consider my partner their own son and love him as such. I have since officially left the Mormon church, and I have been much happier without its influence in my life. Actually, its influence is still in my life as I live in Utah, but anyway...
So that is pretty much my coming out story. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm mostly an open book.
As I became older and aware of sex, I enjoyed experimenting with other boys. I never associated this with homosexuality, as I wasn't even aware of the term. Eventually, as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (a.k.a. the Mormon church), I learned that this behavior was sinful and that I wasn't a good child of God.
This realization threw me into a depression. I withdrew from family and friends. My grades dropped. I considered suicide. I even attempted killing myself twice. Luckily, my attempts failed (obviously, as I wouldn't be posting this if I succeeded). This depression lasted several years.
One night after coming home from work, my parents wanted to talk to me. They had me sit down on the couch and began the conversation with, "Is there anything that you would like to tell us?"
Right then, I knew it was something big, but I didn't quite know what they were referring to. Obviously, my sexuality was big on my mind, but how could they know? "Not that I know of...", I said.
"Nothing at all?" My parents questioned further.
"No..." I hesitantly answered.
"Well, we know that you lead an alternative lifestyle." I breathed a sigh of relief. I had wanted to tell them for months, but I was too scared to say anything. I even wrote a letter, believing it would be easier, but I destroyed it before they read it. They knew. I didn't have to tell them. And even though they were crying, believing that they were bad parents for not taking me fishing or camping enough (seriously), they still loved me. They didn't approve of my "chosen" lifestyle, but there wasn't any anger or hate. They loved me!
Ever since my partner has come into my life, my family has been more...tolerating. I wouldn't necessarily say accepting, although they consider my partner their own son and love him as such. I have since officially left the Mormon church, and I have been much happier without its influence in my life. Actually, its influence is still in my life as I live in Utah, but anyway...
So that is pretty much my coming out story. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm mostly an open book.