I was born gay.
I didn’t know that at the time, obviously. In fact, I didn’t know until about 20 years later – or I didn’t admit it to myself. Who knows what the difference is, if there even is one.
I was lucky in that I had a close group of supportive friends at uni, a lot of whom either were, or have turned out to be, gay as well. I’m not sure I even had to say it – I just started with ‘there’s something I need to tell you…’ and they filled in the rest. My parents were the same – instant acceptance. Like I say, I’m lucky.
Telling people wasn’t the hardest part though. Becoming happy with myself in the way I’d never quite managed in the preceding 20 years was the bit that eluded me for a while. It’s difficult (understatement of the century) to reverse two decades’ worth of self-denial, self-hatred, and self-doubt. That stuff plagues you, and makes you into your own worst enemy. It took me about 3 years, post-coming out, to truly be happy with being a lesbian. Now I wouldn’t have it any other way and I’m proud of everything I am, more so because it didn’t come easy.
It’s standard advice that gets repeated into oblivion, but that doesn’t make it less true – get to know yourself and love yourself, and someone else will follow. Sure, there’s still a big problem with society’s acceptance of people who’re seen to be ‘different’, but I’ve found if you don’t feel different, you won’t be treated as such. We love who we love. That’s all there is to it.
By Katie, 26 #HappyOut
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