Jmsinger
I always knew I was gay, but never knew it was right, because my parents always taught me that it was a disgusting thing to be
Anyway, I went to this hardcore Christian camp about a year ago, and I met these to guys there. they became close friends to me and I didn’t tell them at all. I was dating my last girlfriend at that time and i started to neglect my true self.
I broke up with my girlfriend because those thoughts came back to me. It was more haunting than before and I became severely depressed, because it was something that I didn’t want. I wasn’t accepting myself for who I truly was. I came to terms with myself in February and I told some of my friends across the street and they were so excited for me. I felt free, and I wanted to tell everyone except for my family.
I told some people and those people told more people, and living in a small town, rumors of my coming out filled my tiny high school. I didn't tell anyone the truth until the third to last day of school. I was so confident in myself that the first person that asked me that day I proudly told them, "yes." That person told the entire classroom at that time and I had to answer so many questions. By lunchtime a lot of people knew, and I cried so much that day because I was so scared. But it was worth it.
I unintentionally told my dad one day in the early morning and I ran off and I cried more than before. My abdomen hurt for days. He called me on my cell phone in the middle of the day and said that if I didn’t come home he would report me as a runaway and if I didn’t tell my mom that night, he would raise hell.
I was forced to tell my mom. They tell me I'm going to hell. They say they have to love me. They hate me as a person, but love me as a son, which means they aren’t loving me at all.
