What are some LGBTQ+ "coming out" stories?
Mine is really long. Many apologies. I am now out as just queer- both in gender and sexual orientation, but this took some time to figure out. This is taken from a speech I did at an LGBT event.
I consider myself non-binary, genderqueer to be precise. This is a definite lesser-known gender, in a society where everything is segregated by binaries. To me, this means that I don’t feel comfortable identifying as male or female, for most of the time I feel like both, or somewhere in-between. And due to some little quirk in my brain my idea of my gender and the way I express myself often changes, sometimes feeling more male than female and vice versa. This does present some challenges as I often don’t feel dysphoric or uncomfortable with my body at all, which leads me to feel I am making a fuss for no reason. But these periods are brief, and being able to say this fills me with pride, it has taken 3 years of questioning my identity to reach this point, and I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m finally here.
Around my 13th birthday I had fallen out with all my friends, so was introduced to a new group. Some of the people in this group identified as bi or gay and this were all new to me but I felt more at ease around them than I ever had with my old friends. Shortly after meeting them, I realized a lot of conflict in my head was due to me not being straight, so I told them I might be bisexual. They were very kind and their attitudes towards me didn’t change in the slightest. I started going to an LGBT youth group with one of these friends, and I felt at home, this is now my fourth year in the group and my third year as part of the national youth council.
A few months after I turned 13, I went into my parents’ room and asked if we could talk. I had been crying, so my mum looked concerned and knew it was important. I said to them that I liked girls, and they were overly wonderful about it- we talked for ages and I felt so happy that they were accepting. But then my dad said something that still sticks with me today- ‘you don’t want to be a boy though, do you? That would just be too confusing.’
Some months later, I asked my friend if we could talk, and we walked to a quiet place looking over the playing fields. I had come out as ‘gay’ to him the year before, and this friend had been the most supportive of my coming out and my identity, so I decided I would tell him how I really felt. He asked what was wrong and I said to him ‘I don’t think I’m really a girl.’ We hugged, and he said he was there for me and that we would talk more later. We never did, and he forgot.
Soon after that, things became quite a struggle. I was feeling really down, and I began to diet excessively, without my family knowing. I thought about dying, and I hurt myself when it got too much. So, I put my thoughts on hold. I postponed telling anyone because any more stress in my life would be too much, and I was so wrapped up in my problems that my brain wouldn’t fit anything else. I made myself forget as much as I could and convinced myself that I was happy as I was, and it wasn’t important. I was uncomfortable though. I did radio and tv interviews talking about my sexual orientation and though I said I was a lesbian, whenever someone called me one it made me uneasy, though I brushed it off as much as I could and tricked myself into believing I was a gay female. It went on like this for around 6 months.
My family eventually discovered what was wrong when my friend’s mother said I had scars after I showed this friend in a moment of desperation. We talked and cried and I spent the next year focusing on getting better. I gained weight and began to feel happier and at ease with the world. The thoughts that I wasn’t a girl were still at the back of my mind, but I was too scared and said I would get better before addressing them again. I put all of my focus into recovering, and there was still no room in my brain.
It was around this time that I began dressing as femininely as I could. I would wear skirts and dresses, grow my hair out and curl it, paint on make-up, and order shoes online. I would feign excitement about things like shopping trips and romance films so that no one could deny I was female. I trained myself to walk lightly with good posture and to talk higher and sweeter. And I began to hate myself. All I wanted was to have a flat chest and wear jeans and lift weights, but I was so worried I would be considered strange by everyone else. Skirts made me uncomfortable, my hair would get in the way all the time, and every week there would be a new unwanted sexual advance or comment due to me dressing the way I did. It was also at this time that I officially became ‘overweight’, and it felt like I had lost all control.
Dieting took a hold of my life, and I nearly killed myself around 5 times. I knew I couldn’t carry on like this, but I didn’t want to decide to come out myself. So, I put the weight of all my stress on a skirt. I ordered a skirt online and decided that if it fit and I liked it I would stay quiet for as long as I could. If it didn’t fit, I would tell my sister how I felt. Needless to say, the skirt was awful, and I almost made sure of that by ordering it for 5 quid off amazon. So, I told my sister, and she was amazed. She bought me my first binder with her debit card and said she’d keep quiet as long as I needed her to. She asked me loads of questions about it and I was finally able to talk. She told me she had always had suspicions about my gender because of how I was as a child. I went on to tell my parents the next week, along with a few close friends. My parents were mostly confused and a few situations led to raging arguments and me wanting to leave home but I stuck it out and they got better with it, now they mostly use the right pronouns and even call me my chosen name.
Friends were a bit of a different story. Those at LGBT were wonderful, and picked up my new pronouns with ease, supporting me through changing my name as well. Friends at school, however, clearly still see me as female. I am still ‘the lesbian’ or ‘the dyke’ and one friend, in particular, insists that I can’t use ‘they’ pronouns because ‘they’ is a plural. But I am putting up with it and I know things will be easier when I go to uni and can introduce myself using my real name. However resistant my friends are to my transition, I continue to correct them on my gender, and bring up gender-related issues when we are talking. I also use Facebook as a platform quite frequently, having started a series called ‘unnecessarily gendered products’ in which I raise awareness of the little things that make trans lives uncomfortable- leading to many arguments and lots of name-callings, but some people leave with a new perspective. I officially came out on Facebook a month or so ago, and the response was overwhelmingly positive.
What I’m trying to say is that non-binary people are real, though there is hardly any news or publicity about us. We are faced with real problems due to our gender identities, and not being able to use public restrooms, or being told by teachers and co-workers we are making things up does have a negative impact on our lives. Many of us are dysphoric like other trans individuals, and our dysphoria and discomfort are just as valid. I exist.