Added May 12, 2011
When I was nine, my mom asked me if I knew what gay meant. I said no because I had never heard of it. She said “It’s when two boys or two girls love each other. Your brother is gay.” I didn’t understand at first because I didn’t know that was possible. When I thought of it I realized I might be gay.
About a month after my brother came out, my grandfather came to my dad and said “The family doesn’t want the gays around them so I’m sorry, he isn’t allowed around anymore.” My mom was heartbroken. I remember sitting in the car when she told him what my grandpa said and they both started crying. I was shocked, one, because I had never seen a guy cry and two, because I didn’t understand how anyone could hate my brother. He was the sweetest guy ever! He could make anyone smile. He was my hero.
After that, my brother wasn’t the same. He was so depressed and he wasn’t his happy self. My mom was crying all the time and taking anti-depressants. I was so young and I just wanted my family back together.
I started fighting as much as I could for gay rights. I was hiding and forcing myself to be straight so my mom wouldn’t feel all that pain again from the family disowning us.
When I was eleven, I started dating girls and figured out I really was gay. I still had to hide; my mom and bother were just getting over the last problem. I couldn’t start it all again. My brother met a guy who had recently gone through the same thing with his family. He became my best friend. They got “married” a year later.
I am now fourteen and have found my girl. She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I plan to be with her forever. I have come out to my brother and his husband, my niece, best friends, and hopefully I can tell my mother soon. It takes a lot to be yourself; you just have to surround yourself with the good people to get through it all.