As you can probably figure out from the title of this chapter, I came out to my parents. Their response was positive and i'm so happy. I wanted to write out my coming out story so I can look back on this moment and feel what I feel right now. I'll start from the beginning. 

It was around 8 or 8:30 at night and I was on a walk with my dog. And sometimes when I like to make up imaginary scenarios in my head. That was what I was doing when I started imaging me coming out to my mom. And all of a sudden, that was all I could think of. I realized how sick I was of hiding who I was and trying to act straight around them. It had got to the point where I couldn't watch shows with gay characters with my parents around, and I was sick of it. I wanted to come out. I felt ready, or what I thought ready was. As I reached my house, I went to the  backyard and thought about it. I didn't want to have a coming out story. I just wanted to come home one day and say, 

"this is my girlfriend.", and not make a big deal out of it. But as I was sitting in my backyard, I knew that if I went in and saw my mom the only words I would be able to say were. 

"I'm gay". So I waited, hoping that the feeling would pass. But as more time went on, the sicker I felt. I felt like there was dinosaurs in my stomach and  like I was going to puke out those two little words. So I made my way inside and quickly hid in my room. I made it through maybe 3 minutes of Connor Franta's coming out video when I couldn't hold it back anymore. I was going to tell my mom. I rushed out of my room before I could lose the courage and wait by the bathroom door for her to get out. When she was done she started grabbing her purse, and I knew my window of opportunity was closing, so I said,

"Can we talk for a second?" in a shaky voice. She sat me on the couch and I couldn't do it all of a sudden. 

"I don't know why this is so hard," I said and she waited patiently. 

"I think I'm gay," I said finally. And once those words were out in the open, I started sobbing. She put her hand on my knee and smiled at me. I will never forget what she said next. 

"What took you so long to tell me," and I was shocked. I figured she'd be supportive, but I didn't think I acted "gay" around them.  Then she went on to talk about how she'd assumed since freshman year. I laughed, because I had only figured out I was gay recently. Until I few months ago, I thought I was bi, and before that I thought I only liked guys.  She reminded me that she started using gender neutral terms when referring to my dating life. 

I wasn't planning on telling her about the asexual thing until I heard her amazing reaction to the gay part. And she was so supportive. She said that she would love me no matter what and didn't act like my asexuality was a phase that I would grow out of.  But now it was time to tell my dad. I was more nervous to tell him because he was less accepting of LGBT related things. My mom offered to tell him, but I felt like I had to do it. 

When my dad got home from work, I walked outside with him. We talked awkwardly about college and my friends for a bit and then I said,

"So I told mom, and you probably already know, but I think I'm gay."

And as expected he was less supportive. He was nice about it and he said he accepted me no matter what, but also told me to keep my options open, and "why need labels,". But its funny because a lack of labels only mattered when I chose one that he didn't like. 

It was a little awkward at first but that went away. It feels great to be able to be who I am, and to be able to tell them if I have a crush. After telling my parents, I'm not afraid of who knows any more. and I'm happier then I have been in a long time. Who knew, those two little words could weigh a person down so much.