I was sitting in my room panicking about telling my mom I was gay when I heard her getting ready to go out. I came out of my room and sat at the top of the stairs watching my mom when she turned to me and asked if I was okay.

Coming out wasn't one big liberating, cathartic process for me. It was slow, almost methodical, and happened throughout many years. Growing up in the Philippines with a religious family and feeling like being gay wouldn't be "normal" made it all the more difficult.

I was a fairly unique child. Too smart for my own good, or anyone else's for that matter. I always knew I was very different from the other kids. I was drawn to adults, because I was on a totally different level than anyone my age.

My tale is not full of crazy drama, abuse, or hilarious anecdotes. It may not make for the most interesting read but perhaps it will encourage those who still live in the closet to step out and realize that it is not always going to lead to hurt. I came out in the summer of grade eleven which was a bit difficult due to the fact that I grew up in a small catholic town just outside of Edmonton, AB. I went to a catholic school which of course is not the most supportive school system when it comes to queers.

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