Nick_A
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Jan 24, 2009
- Messages
- 13
I came out in college, and it was quite possibly the least stressful coming out ever.
I made a decision when I went to college that I was not going to be in the closet, so I never had to come out to anyone I met while I was in college. It was great, and the complete opposite of my high school experience. I went to an all boys, Catholic high school with a very macho culture, where I spent 4 years very firmly in the closet. I was the class valedictorian, and toyed with the idea of making a dramatic announcement during my graduation speech, but decided against it. It's a decision I remain happy with today.
College opened up all kinds of doors for me, and it was those first couple of semesters when I finally had my "awakening." I kissed a guy for the first time, dated a guy for the first time, and had my first gay sexual experiences.
One semester when I came home for break, I told my parents. My mother laughed, and said, "Sweetheart, we knew. Thank goodness you finally told us." My mother explained to me how she knew- mostly my lack of interest in dating women, but also revealed that I wasn't nearly as slick about clearing out the internet browser history as I thought I was.
Both of my parents were incredibly supportive, as was the rest of my immediate family. The coming outs continued for awhile (I got really tired of telling the story over and again, that's for sure). Almost everyone was accepting, and those that weren't, I simply eliminated them from my life. It sounds harsh, but I have no patience or desire to associate with people who think I'm some sort of sinner or deviant.
Moving to NY after graduation opened all kinds of doors, and I've loved being in a city where no one bats an eyelash.
I made a decision when I went to college that I was not going to be in the closet, so I never had to come out to anyone I met while I was in college. It was great, and the complete opposite of my high school experience. I went to an all boys, Catholic high school with a very macho culture, where I spent 4 years very firmly in the closet. I was the class valedictorian, and toyed with the idea of making a dramatic announcement during my graduation speech, but decided against it. It's a decision I remain happy with today.
College opened up all kinds of doors for me, and it was those first couple of semesters when I finally had my "awakening." I kissed a guy for the first time, dated a guy for the first time, and had my first gay sexual experiences.
One semester when I came home for break, I told my parents. My mother laughed, and said, "Sweetheart, we knew. Thank goodness you finally told us." My mother explained to me how she knew- mostly my lack of interest in dating women, but also revealed that I wasn't nearly as slick about clearing out the internet browser history as I thought I was.

Both of my parents were incredibly supportive, as was the rest of my immediate family. The coming outs continued for awhile (I got really tired of telling the story over and again, that's for sure). Almost everyone was accepting, and those that weren't, I simply eliminated them from my life. It sounds harsh, but I have no patience or desire to associate with people who think I'm some sort of sinner or deviant.
Moving to NY after graduation opened all kinds of doors, and I've loved being in a city where no one bats an eyelash.