Content Warning: Self-Harm, Queerphobia, Mental Health
Today is National Coming Out Day, which is pretty great, but my first time coming out was one of the worst nights of my life.
This was around 2017, maybe 2016. My dad was going on about how Trump would never harm the LGBTQAI+ community when, you know, its a fucking guarantee and repeated promise. He was saying how I’m not queer, its not affecting my life. I called him out on this and told him I’m asexual with a panromantic attraction so I care greatly about my community.
He went nuts. He demeaned and shamed me for who I was and blamed himself for “failing me”. I stayed away from him until he went to bed. My mom later came home after working a late shift at her job. I had told her all about what happened and hoping for a different result. Fucking nope. Did all the same shit dad did, and said I only think I’m queer because I spend so much time online. I wanted to take a knife and carve “I’m a lousy “f****t” on my arm. Self-harm is not a stranger to me.
I’ve told only two other members of my family that I’m queer; my sister and my cousin. My sister comforted me, but that’s all she did. No celebrations or signs of solidarity or allyship as recent as Pride Month 2019, nothing. My cousin is mostly confused and it feels more draining to explain more and send him links about my identity. I don’t dare tell my nanny or my closest aunt because my nan is still remarkably homophobic, despite being friends with an old gay couple across the street and my aunt is a white neoliberal who also once blamed my mom for making my dad hit her. The only people supportive who I am are two of my friends, along with my lovers and my long distanced best friend.
I imagined something magical when I came out; like Neil Patrick Harris and Kristen Chenowith riding a giant swan, whisking me away from my personal hell into a fantasy realm I could be as queer as fuck as I wanted to be. But they never came, like my dad preemptively shot them down. I make myself known as queer on social media, but I don’t dare let the facts be known by others. I don’t want to risk disappointment and self harm again.