I knew I was a lesbian from a young age. When I was only about 7 years old I knew that there was something different about me. For one, boy's clothing was more appealling to me than the color pink and dresses. Because of my choice of clothing I was often a victim of bullying from my classmates, I never let it bother me that much. When I was in the third grade, I remember going into my mom's room and telling her that i wanted to be "normal". Later that week we went out and bought a completely new wardrobe for me, complete with pink and dresses, the only things I have forced myself away from since I could dress myself.
Seventh grade was probably the worst time of my life. Mom had decided to take us to church. I was never a very religious person, and now she wanted to make us go to the one place I never really understood. To this day I still think that reason mom started to make us go to church was because she believed that in her mind, finding God would change my lifestyle around. It didn't. As a matter of fact it caused me to become even more distant from God.
Since mom was really into the whole church thing, she made me go to confirmation classes. One night after all of my fellow classmates had left, I sat down with the pastor and on of the church elders and completely broke down. I told them about how I've known I was gay since I was seven and how it made me think suicidal thoughts because gay people go to hell.
...I was never confirmed and we quit going to church. I felt as if the only reason why out of a class of 8 I was the only one to not be confirmed, was because I am a lesbian.
I am no longer religious due to the simple belief that gays go to hell.
The only people to whom I have "came out" to are my mother, father, and very close friends. My grandmother and aunt are two of the people who matter most to me, have no idea.
My grandmother is a very religious person, but can be very judgemental and make homophobic comments when on the subject of homosexuality. My aunt on the other hand isnt very religious and rarely makes homophobic comments, but I am still worried to tell her. I really want to tell the both of them, especially my grandmother, before her time comes, I dont want her to go with out knowing what her granddaughter is truely like.