I remember the first person I ever came out to. Her name was Susan (name changed), and she lived up the street from me. I was in 8th grade, and I remember taking the bus one cold Fall morning when she suddenly turned around and told me, “If you want to tell me something…anything. Even if it’s a secret, I’m here for you.” This friend of mine had been hinting that she was open to new ideas for a long time, but I was still so unsure that she would be the right person to tell about my sexuality.
You see, I knew from the age of 5 that I was attracted to men. I got in trouble during daycare because during naptime, I touched another boy. He cried foul, but while the lecturing of the Christian daycare instructor faded out while I contemplated, I suddenly realized that yes, I did like boys! Later on in my life, as I saw people rail against homosexuality, I remember getting inordinately angry. I felt like they were insulting me, and they were.
But back to Susan. Susan turned around and reassured me that I could tell her anything. So I came out to her later that day, and she was overjoyed. I think that she was kind of in search of a GBF (Gay Best Friend), which she got, but it also showed that she was open to the idea. I’m glad to say that the majority of people I have met in life have been open to new and different perspectives on sexuality. Even my parents, who initially were closed to the idea of homosexuality, have become a little more open.
Coming out to my parents, especially as they come from a traditional Asian culture, was difficult. At first, they did not even have the vocabulary through which to process information about my sexuality. But in time, I hope that they too will come to accept me fully as just their son.
＊name has been changed