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[amethystsoda]

[telling-our-stories]

So uh, hi

I'm Mia, and I'm pansexual.

I saw that we could share our coming out stories here, so I decided to give it a go.

I had only been questioning at the time, I wasn't entirely sure, and I didn't know too much about the LGBT community yet. I didn't even know what pansexual was. I thought I was bi at the time (I later found pan and was more comfortable with pan).

I'd told a few close friends by then, but only that I was questioning. The first person who I told a bit more surely was my mom. And she didn't react well.

It wasn't that she wasn't accepting. She studies sociology, and made sure I knew the LGBT community wasn't bad, so I already knew she was fine with it. No, she reacted negatively because, according to her, I was too young.

Now, I was newly eleven years old, so I get why she'd think that, but still, there's not really such a thing as too young in this context.

So I walked out of this conversation having been told that I was too young to be thinking about that stuff and that I was just young and confused and mistaking my platonic feelings for girls for attraction. I wasn't.

Later on she told my dad, and while I didn't know it at the time, he thought it was just a phase.

A few months later, I talked to my mom about it, telling her about what pansexual was and that I knew for sure that was what I was (now, one can never know for sure, 100%, in my opinion, but I knew it as surely as one could).

And she finally believed me.

Now, I don't know when my dad came around, but he eventually did stop thinking it was a phase. Or that's what my mom says. I haven't exactly talked to him about it, directly. Really only mentioning girls I had a crush on.

It wasn't the most eventful coming out story or anything, but it's mine. I guess I just wanted to contribute, so here.

[issinanoq]

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