Everyone’s coming out story is unique. For some, it’s as simple as a quick chat with family. For others, it feels like climbing a mountain barefoot. And while some stories may be cocoa-like bitter, they can transform into sweet chocolates when shared.
Here are a few first-time coming out experiences:
“I was 19.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in October, and I was heading to college. Sweat dripped down my back as I stood outside the black iron gates of Mary Immaculate College in Limerick. My mom called and asked, ‘Are you gay?’ Just like that, her straightforward question did all the heavy lifting for me. Later, she would out me to my sister in Australia, my grandparents, aunties, best friends, and even the local parish before I got home from college that weekend. At the time, I was furious; I felt it was my story to tell. Now, though, it’s a funny tale I share on first dates over a pint or two.”
“I was 16 and experiencing love for the first time.
I was terrified of my feelings, but thankfully, my crush confessed her love for me. I reciprocated, and we decided to take things slow as girlfriends. We would kiss goodbye secretly in the girls’ bathroom after school and spent the summer together. As school approached, we agreed to be open about our relationship. Unfortunately, she pressured me to come out to my parents. I eventually told them, but not because I was ready; I was scared of losing her. My friends at school were surprisingly accepting, but my parents reacted harshly. My mom cried and said hurtful things, while my dad told me he’d be happy as long as I was. I’m not sure how other family members took it. Now at 20, my parents still express their desire for me to marry a man.”
“I had already come out to my friends for two years when my mom discovered I was on a trip with my boyfriend.
At 22, I returned home from my studies, ready to reorganize my life. After the trip, my mom wanted to talk—she figured out we were together through Facebook. I ended up battling with my parents for almost a year. I even joined the army to give everyone some space from this awkward situation. Now at 27, my family still struggles to accept that I’m gay. It’s tough, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I hated living a lie, and the freedom I have now is liberating. My advice to anyone thinking of coming out? Only do it when you feel safe. Things often get better.”
“I spent a whole night on the phone with my close high school friend.
That phone call lasted over four hours. It was so relaxing. What a relief to finally share my feelings and true identity with someone…”
“I’m assuming by ‘coming out’ you mean the first time someone comes out to another person? Because we all come out multiple times in our lives; it’s an ongoing process. So, if you mean the first time to another person, here’s my story.
I was watching an episode of Phil Donahue with my mother when I was ten. The show focused on bisexuality, and I was confused. I knew people who were gay and lesbian but didn’t understand bisexuality. I asked my mom how that worked, and she replied, ‘What’s so hard to understand? I’ve always told you that you can love anyone, regardless of their religion or skin color. Bisexuality is about loving people for who they are, and it’s beautiful.’ Just like that, I found a word to describe how I’d always felt. So, I told her I was bisexual. It was a life-defining and beautiful moment.”
“I was 15 to 17 in the 1970s.
My parents reacted badly but eventually came around. School was a nightmare for me. I’ve always been out at work; I just was who I was. I might have held back in unsafe environments, like my high school, but I have no regrets. Come out on your own terms, in your own time. It’s about you and expressing who you are.”
“I came out many years ago, and while my friends were supportive, my family was not.
Coming out doesn’t ruin family relationships; they’ll sour anyway if you don’t come out, as they won’t be based on truth. Coming out isn’t a one-time event; it’s something you’ll keep doing throughout your life.”
“I came out at 14.
I had been with my girlfriend for two months, and I felt immense pressure because I had hidden it from my parents for so long. I knew I had to speak up. I told my best friends right away because I didn’t want to hide it anymore. I felt so happy; everyone was positive about it. Although my father was colder than my mother, they accepted it. I recommend waiting for the right moment. Start with people you know will be supportive, and have a safe space ready in case things don’t go well with your family. Remember, your family and friends may need time to process it.”
