I actually had this long complicated plan involving my psychiatrist and all (I have OCD), but thanks to my OCD, I had an anxiety attack, and I dunno, I just told them. I was crying, and I told them I'm bisexual. And my father shocked me. He said, "Why are you crying? That's okay. There's nothing wrong. You're normal." And my mother was like, "It's okay. You're our son." And I felt really stupid for being scared. That happened just this May 20.
Right now, it feels like nothing's changed. There wasn't any big "safe sex", "no boys in your bedroom talk". They just told me what they always tell me: "You know what to do. Be responsible." But yeah, whatever life was for us before I came out, it's still the same, except I feel a lot more free and happy.
