I grew up in a very strict religious household, that uhuhh, frowned upon a lot of things that I do. I moved to Katie, TX before 8th grade, so I was 13 at the time.
I was dying my hair on the bathroom floor, I was dying it red I remember. My mom came in to check on me to see if I had made a mess of the bathroom and I don’t know why, but I thought it was the perfect time to come out to her. I was shaking really badly. So I said, “Mom, you are going to want to sit down, I have something to tell you.” She was freaking out already, parents will always freak out if their kids say that to them.
So I said, “hey mom, uhh I am a lesbian. I like girls, I have known since I was probably 4 or 5 and yeah!” She did not take it well AT ALL. She was freaking out. She was like “no, you’re not. No, you’re not. My daughter’s not gay. My only daughter is not gay. That’s not right. No you’re not”
Then I said, “*inhale* yes, I am fam. I just kinda told you, like yeah.” It did not go well for a while. She took me to therapy… to fix me maybe? I don’t know. But the therapist after talking to me and to her was like, “ma’am, there is nothing wrong with your daughter (*that’s me!), there is something wrong with you if you can’t accept her. If you want her to be happy, she has to be herself.”
My mom was like, “shit, dawg, you right, you right.” So now, everything is okay. I am 18 now, I came out 5 years ago, and now my mom will ask me, “when are you going to bring a girl home?” And I am just like, “you gave me the ugly, it is not going to happen for a while, but yeah!”
I would advise that if you know your parents are really strict or will kick you out or something if you come out, just put it off, just wait. You don’t even have to come out to them if you don’t want to. I would wait until you are out of the house, and you are financially stable enough to support yourself so that it works out better.