This is my boyfriend and I. Blonds name is John, my name is Bram. I was reading your coming out stories and I though you might want to hear ours. You don’t have to put it on your blog, I just though you might like to read it.
John and I had been dating for a few months when we choose to come out to our parents, we did it on the same day at the same time and promised to call each other afterwards to see how it went. I told my mom and she laughed and said that she had known for a long time and if I wanted pasta for dinner, and that was the end of it. Johns didn’t go nearly as well when he told his parents they called him a monster and told him that he was no son of theirs. They wouldn’t let us see each other and they forced him to go to sessions to “Rid him self of sin”. I tried to help him as much as I could by emailing him over a secret email his parents couldn’t see. After not hearing from him for a week I got an email saying he was sorry but that we would never see each other again. The next day I got a call from his best friends dad saying that John had committed suicide. His parents didn’t want me to know. That picture was taken the night before we both came out to our parents, and is the only thing I have left of him. I miss him more then anything, and would give anything to be with him. I have no idea why I just told you that. Clearly this story wouldn’t help anything. But maybe if gay teens thinking of killing themselves read my story they would think about all the people that do love them and of all the people that will be lost without them in their lives even if their parents pretend not to care about them.