"My parents were always present while I was growing up, and they constantly told me never to judge people for any differences they have. I learned it was okay to witness these differences, but never to discriminate or judge because of them. This is what led to me being so close and open with people, which is a bit of an issue sometimes. When I was questioned by classmates if I was gay or not, my answer was “I don’t know”. This led to the common “oh my god he IS gay” mess, and led to me feeling disgusted for feeling and thinking different from everyone else. It was not until I met some of my good friends in highschool that I came to accept myself, and much longer to not care what others thought. It was halfway through my freshman year that I finally spit out the thoughts I had bottled within me since elementary school. I thought I would feel better saying them, but I felt worse. Just wondering if my parents would hate me for being gay. They brushed this over as to them it was...