LGBTMEET- My coming out story 🏳️🌈
Not all coming out stories are pleasant, easy or straight forward. Mine was defitnely the latter which I will share with you
As a kid I grew up in a pretty normal household (although we are talking families here and we would be lying if we said any family was conventional) It was me, my dad, my mum and my sister in a nice house and a nice area. As a kid I used to always be out playing, usually football with the local boys from the area. If we weren’t playing football we were creating rope swings down the local park, playing 99 in or making up our own game of dodgeball (which didn’t go down too well with one of the neighbours when the balls ended up smashing against the side of the house)
I thoughrougly enjoyed my early childhood, I really had no worries apart from eating my dinner quickly when I returned home from school so I could run out an kick a ball around with me friends. It was until I reached secondary school where things started to get tricky for me. You see my best friend from secondary school was a boy, we had been friends since we were young kids and our parents were very good friends too. So outside of school we spent a lot of time with each other. I had girls that were friends of mine but I didn’t hang out with them too much at school as I was too busy playing football.
When I got to secondary school I did end up making friends with girls and started hanging out with them more and not so much my best friend from primary school. I’m pretty sure this was a subconscious move, instead of joining in with the boys and playing football at secondary school I opted to hang out with my new girl friends. At this age, a girl who played football was judged. Lesbian, Dyke, Man. At this age and for most of my school life I was worried about being associated with these names, I thought it was wrong. I thought that no matter what I cannot be this person. I don’t want to suffer these name calls or feel like I’m an outcast.
So my conscious decision to not play football with the boys at school seemed to backfire. Although I made some great girl friends who to this day I am still very good friends with, I pretty much lost my childhood friend. He was one of the main culprits in calling me names and making gestures at the table in class to his other friend that I could visibly see. This made me feel so very low. There were times I thought I can’t do this because I don’t want to be labelled these names and people to talk about me.
I realised I had a thing for girls in my early teens, there were teachers that caught my eye and I used to think they were attractive. I also played in a girls football team outside of school which was my release, it was home where no one judged and I could still fufil my love for the game. I remember my first crush in my football team, she was funny and pretty. We used to get on so well and enjoy each other’s company but nothing came of it other than just friends at 14.
I put up with the name calls and gestures in the classroom for the rest of my school life, I never spoke to my mum about it until I actually came out which I will get onto later in the post. Because I felt ashamed of being different the way I coped with it to try and deter people away from calling me any forms of names was to go as far away from my true self as possible. So I forced myself to get involved with boys and made sure my friends and others knew about it. Looking back, this makes me feel sad. The fact that when I was young I couldn’t be who I had already identified was me. Instead I had to love a lie in order to keep my head above water at school.
I left school with decent grades but again I could have done a lot better if I was pre occupied with deterring people from calling me names or judging me. I didnt know what I wanted to do after school, I tried college for a week but again I was stuck in worrying too much about what people thought about me instead of being who I was and going for what I wanted. So I started a little job, earned some money then decided to go to America for college to play soccer. Again, the experience was fantastic and I enjoyed it thoroughly but at 18 I should have been more comfortable with who I really was.
I ended up again trying to deter people from who I really was by getting involved with boys. I knew this wasn’t me and I knew this wasn’t what I wanted but I was scared to really live as me. I stayed there for 5 months and then came home. I managed to get a job with my sister at her workplace. Same again, tried to deter from my real self and convince people that I was straight. Looking back on this really does make me sad, the fact that I wasn’t comfortable to come out is something I don’t want people to experience.
When I reached 22, something triggered inside me and I signed up to a dating site. I began speaking to girls and found my first partner online. Let me tell you, the next part was not the most conventional of coming out stories to a mum. Me and this girl had be talking for quite a while and we thought it was time to meet up. She was from the other end of the country and one day she came out with big story about how her family are terrible and from a different culture and don’t accept her (unfortunately we aren’t together anymore) me being me quite vulnerable in my situation agreed that I would go all the way to the other end of the country and meet her and pick her up.
But first, I needed to come out to my mum. I remember being on the stairs and crying, my mum wasn’t sure what was going on and I just said I needed to speak to her. She was questioning me on things that she thought that would be making me upset and then she finally asked ‘Are you gay?’ Boom there it was. She gave me a hug and we spoke about it. She was absolutely fine and still to this day I never spoke to my dad about it, my mum must have enlightened him about it and he has never had one bad word to say. He is the most chilled dad and we enjoy going to watch football together.
So about my trip - well I finished work I set off and four hours later I met the girl I was talking to. We hit it off, I felt great and I finally felt free. We stayed in a hotel for a few nights and then we had to make a decision. After two days of meeting was she going to come with me or was she going to stay with her family who again she can’t be herself around because they do not accept her. Having been in a similar position I offered for her to come and stay with my at my parents house! My mum has always been open and caring so I text her to ask and of course she obliged!
And from there we ended up being in a relationship for 3 years! My parents took her into the family and we lived with them. We ended up on trips to Florida, Madrid and Madeira. We travelled the country for football games and visited cinemas and restaurants like no tomorrow. It now seems like a bit of a fairytale, rescuing her from her family and living happily ever after (nearly 😂)
I believe in life everything happens for a reason and here I am today a single Lesbian who has finally found herself and become comfortable in her own skin. I don’t regret how any of my relationship started or ended. I think it was meant to be and has taught me vital lessons in life. What I do regret is the way I had to suffer in silence, this not only affected my school life where ultimately kids should be kids and not have to have those sorts of worries but it has affected my later life and my confidence.
I think if I can help anyone suffering in silence then I will be a happy human, I want people to be comfortable with themselves and ultimately the people that are worth caring about are the ones who will only care for your happiness and will not judge you. All of my friends and co workers were absolutely fine about me being a gay woman. When I finally came out to my parents, friends, family - I didn’t have any problems. The one person I was most afraid of was my Nana and she was completely fine with me! We even used to go round hers for dinner and watch TV with her.
I think we need more help for youngsters who are suffering and will continue to suffer as long as ignorance is around. Love is love and people should be allowed to be the person that they truly are.
I hope anyone who is suffering at the moment or feels like they are oppressing themselves for the sake of others can really reach out to me on here. Let me know your coming out stories or how you are feeling at this present moment and I will do my utmost best to help you out.