I am openly and proudly bisexual, but it hasn’t always been that way. I’ve spent a long while thinking about, reflecting on, and becoming comfortable with my sexuality. It wasn’t something I chose, but it’s something I love. Here’s my story.
The first time I realised that I may have been interested in the same gender was when I was in sixth form. I developed a huge crush on my best friend. My male best friend. I didn’t know what to do, I knew he wasn’t interested in boys. I didn’t know if I was wrong to want him, but I couldn’t help it. Whilst I knew that the crush would remain only a crush, which was disappointing at the time, it opened my eyes.
I realised that I loved boys, and I loved them in the same way I loved girls.
I got over the crush I had on my friend, and I developed a crush on another boy. I was clearly non-heterosexual, but I didn’t know how I felt about it. Should I feel okay about it or not? What would people think?
Worries about my sexuality and how it would be perceived plagued me for a good year or more. I didn’t know what to think. My friends were supportive, but I was worried to tell anybody. Then, I received some excellent advice; nobody should care – and if they do that’s their issue, not mine. If they do have a problem with my sexuality, then they don’t love me as a person, the true me. They don’t deserve my time. This advice changed how I viewed one of the biggest parts of my personality. I learned to love and embrace my sexuality.
So, where am I now? Well, I came out to my mum around a year ago. I sent her a text, I probably could’ve picked a better method, but it worked! Then, I told my sister, my dad and my grandparents. Did they hate me? No. Were they offended? Nope! Instead, what happened? I got more support than I could’ve wished for. I was loved just the same as I always have been, I was told there was no need to worry! I feel much more confident in myself now.