When I was a little kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, I knew that being gay would not be okay in my house. I knew that if my parents ever found out I would get thrown out. And one day, when I was 18, I was on my home after a party I got a really bad feeling.
I even told my friends that I didn’t want to go home that night. But I did. And sure enough, when I got home, my things were packed. They had found out from one of my old friends, that thought it would be funny to tell my parents. That was a sh*tty few months.