I had an abortion.
I had a miscarriage.
I lost my virginity.
I was a virgin.
I didn’t want to be married.
I thought my life would be over.
I wanted to be out of it, but I still wanted to have a family.
But I was too ashamed to tell my friends and family.
They didn’t understand, they said, I’m a good person.
I think they were trying to hide their emotions, to keep me from feeling bad.
But my friends started talking to me, telling me I needed to come out and tell them.
I told them that I wanted people to understand.
I just wanted to get over the shame and hurt.
I came out and told my parents.
I said, “I’m gay, I was sexually abused, and I don’t want my children to grow up thinking I’m gay.”
I told my dad, and my mom, and a few people.
Then I told a few friends.
I started to come home.
I talked to my boyfriend about what had happened.
He agreed to be my boyfriend.
We broke up.
Then, in the spring of 2018, I had another miscarriage.
My doctor didn’t tell me I had the right to terminate the pregnancy.
But she did tell me about the miscarriage, and she said it was very difficult to have to tell people.
I cried for two days.
I wasn’t ready to tell anyone.
I went to a counselor and cried for the rest of the week.
My life was over.
My boyfriend told me, “You know, you might be the only one who really knows who you are, but it’s not your fault.”
And that was the end of it.
When I was in my late teens, I got married.
That’s what I knew.
I got a job.
I have two beautiful kids.
I’m an independent mom now.
And I’m married and I love my kids.
But it was a hard time.
When my family and friends first told me I was gay, my parents said, You can’t be gay.
My mom said, That’s the wrong answer.
They just thought I was lying.
I knew that it was an illness, but they still told me it wasn’t my problem.
But as my friends began to come to understand, I started coming out.
I did it the easy way.
I decided to go to the hospital and go to see my doctor, but my mom wanted me to wait a few days.
But the doctor didn�t like it.
He told me to tell him.
He said, No, I can’t see you.
You can�t have the same relationship with your partner as you do with me.
And then I had to come back to my mom.
And she was crying and crying.
She said, What is wrong with you?
I asked, You�re so young.
You don�t know what I�ve gone through.
And it took a lot of courage for me to say, Yes, I do. But that�s the only way I�m going to get through this.
Now, I�ll tell my story.
When people come out, they can�re shocked, they think I�d done something wrong.
They think I went on the internet and decided I wanted an abortion or that I didn�ts know how to have sex.
They see me as some kind of crazy person who went crazy.
But in the end, my boyfriend and I are so happy because I know that I’m safe.
And if anyone wants to come forward, they don�’t have to be afraid.
I�f been out for so long, I know it�s hard to come up with a reason to hide your feelings.
And for my family, they know that it�ll be tough to talk to someone who hasn�t been there.
But they understand that I�s doing this for them.
They love me.
They�ve seen it.
They know I�re the one who’s been the most broken.
I’ve been with my mom since I was six years old.
We�ve been through a lot together.
My dad is a good father, a good husband.
My sister, my mom�s mom, has been through her own experience.
They all understand that they�re going through something hard and they need each other.
But there is a difference between me and them.
My sisters understand that there�s something wrong with me, and they understand why I’m doing this.
They understand that my father�s death and my brother�s, I didn”t do it.
I don�ts want to make a big deal out of that.
But for my siblings, they understand. They don�s think it�m that big of a deal.
They’re not going to be angry at me.
My mother still hasn� t told my brother.
He�s scared to tell me.
I still don� t know