My 'Coming Out' Story (In honor of National Coming Out Day)

When I came out to my mother, she had just found out that I had quit high school. My senior year didn't go so well, so I was enrolled in adult school. At the time I wasn't interested in anything but going out to underground parties around four days a week. She came into my room and was yelling at me after receiving a letter from my adult school, which said I hadn't been to school in two months. She was absolutely furious, with very good reason. She asked me what was wrong with me. The truth is that I was on drugs and totally being selfish. What I said was, "I'm gay." Her response was, "Get out of my house and don't come back with aids." I left and moved to San Francisco for a month and a half. I was with a man that I had met on the internet. He was a great guy and we still get along and talk, but things were not easy for us and I ended up moving in with my ex boyfriends family back Huntington Beach. My mother called me a few times. She had calmed down and missed me so much. Two years later, she died of a staph infection of the lungs. I spent many days with her before that happened and learned that no matter how they react when you do come out, angry, sad, or whatever, they still love you very much. If they kick you out or you feel rejected, it's up to both you and your parents to make the effort to have a good relationship again. Be good to your parents, they aren't going to always be there. Do your best to give them the love they deserve, even when they reject you. My father loves me so much and has grown to understand me and appreciate me for who I am. Our relationship today has never been better. Much love. #nationalcomingoutday