My Experience With Coming Out Of The ClosetForgive me in advance for how this is typed but I'm doing this from my phone.
On January 17th I told my parents I was gay. I had known for some time but I will go into more detail about that in another post. After I told them my mother spent the next forty minutes crying and asking "why" and "how" while my extreme conservative republican dad just stood there shaking his head. This one moment has completely destroyed my life. Since then I've been seeing a psychiatrist, but only two people in my family need him and I'm not one of them. My sister has been forbidden from knowing and everything I say in my texts and on Facebook is monitored. I'm not supposed to tell anyone but all my friends know. Right now they're trying to change everything that they deem to be wrong with me. I happen to have a funny voice and a lisp so they're trying to make me try speech therapy again. On top of that they think doing hardcore workouts twice a week will change me.
Whenever they bring up the topic of my sexuality they call it a "lifestyle decision." I've stopped trying to correct them at this point. They keep asking of I've changed my mind. This has been horrible and I do not recommend anyone coming out to their parents. Before this I was actually happy. I've never considered suicide until recently, the stress is taking a toll on my sleep, my school work, and my writing. Telling the truth is my one regret in life.
Was it really so wrong to be honest? My integrity is worth so little to them. Was it selfish to tell the truth?