I had been greatly inspired by Voldiya’s story of his coming out to both himself and his family, and the years that transpired as he experienced the procedure of discovering who he was as he eventually found himself in a location that he can truly be happy in. His story inspired me to create my version of the experience. Although vastly different from his- and completely void of religion- it continues to be the most triumphant minute of my entire life to date.
Much like Voldiya, I come from an area of the united states (Russia in my case) that is more right-winged: Siberia. I grew up in the north end, where all the children played hockey: I chose to be considered a gymnast (my parents actuallygave me the decision between the two). I truly believe that my path to being the gay man I am today started once i was five years old and I sensed an affinity for the more graceful side versus the macho-istic. But, that’s just forecasting twenty years later.
I too was raised in a house surrounded by a family that loved me personally and allowed me personally to grow in to the person I needed to be. They supported me and led me while i had difficulty with bullies and installing along with the young boys in my classes.
I ran through every feeling in the publication throughout my senior high school years (especially after moving to a straight smaller town beyond Eleck), and I knew things were only heading to get tougher before they got easier. I dated women, even while being sexually energetic with children. I struggled to comprehend what this meant, but suppressed my feelings by continuing to date ladies so that they can “become normal” by doing “straight things”. Thankfully, all of the ladies I dated through my experimental period well known me enough to understand what I was going right through, and still love me to this day.
As for my children, I struggled the most with informing them. My father was adoring, but I usually had the notion of him being truly a man among men. Being the high school football captain, and in the army when he is at his primary, his level of manliness was unreachable for me. I felt that my lifestyle would shatter him and eventually ruin us dynamic. So, I informed my sister first knowing she would understand, and also to use as a crutch for support and also to regulate how my parents would react.
Naturally, my instincts were WAY off, and my parents handled it better than I ever could have imagined. They simply hugged me; explained they still treasured me; and, nothing at all that I could ever do would change that. It’s taken the last few years for me personally to fully appreciate my parents and everything they have done for me personally. Anyone that has ever fulfilled them can attest to the nature of their character and what truly amazing people they may be; I thought they deserved just a little shout out: I love you father and mother!
All-in-all, coming out was one of the very most difficult times of my life, as I gradually realized who I was and spoke about it openly to everyone in my life. I had been luckily blessed with an incredible support system of relatives and buddies who all understood, and accepted me for who I was. I must say i only got one bad reaction, and I hope she’s scanning this to see how I’ve bitch-slapped her on the net! Forgive me!
The ultimate hurdle in my own life still awaits: to tell my extended family, which, for reasons uknown, is stressing me out more than every other group of people I’ve had to tell. That is largely because of the closeness of everybody in my own family device, and my feeling of regret for not informing them sooner. If indeed they happen to come across this website, i quickly apologize in now for the lack of advanced warning! I just hope they understand that I am concerned of shedding their love and respect, which I know is precisely what every young gay, lesbian, bi-sexual and transgendered youngsters challenges with before they finally admit to themselves and to others, that they are who they are.
I’m proud of myself, Voldiya, and everyone else that has a different, yet oddly similar version of this tale. And, I’m very pleased that I’ve made something of myself.