I was twelve when I came out.

However, it wasn't in the 'ideal way'. You know- like going up to some and saying: "I have something to tell you, I'm gay."

It was summer time, and I was in school. The class had been assigned work. I wasn't able to concentrate on what the teacher had given us because I was worried..

I was worried about what my parents would think about me being lesbian.

Maybe they'd start to hate me...

Perhaps they'd throw me out...

My family loved me so dearly and I didn't want to screw up anything.

I grew more fearful of the possible fearful outcomes of coming out to my parents.

Soon enough, I was in tears, sobbing loudly in the classroom. Everyone's eyes in the room were on me.

I didn't like this attention, but there was nothing I could do..

The teacher looked up from her desk.

"Oh no.. Rachel.. are you okay? Do you want to sit outside for a bit?"

I nodded.

The teacher let me sit outside the classroom until I felt a bit better again.

However, my classmates starting asking to go to the bathroom so they could 'check on me' on the way there.

A girl asked me: "Why where you crying?"

I looked up at her. There was no way I was telling her. She might hate me and tell the rest of the class.

Another classmate came, wondering why I was crying.

And then, I made the mistake that I  regret but also actually thankful that I made.

I blurted it out:

"I-I.."

"What..?"

"I'm g-gay."