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+ 1	comeing out part 3
+ 3	What You Have Done To Me.
+ 4	comeing out part 2
+ 7	Comeing Out part 1
+ 5	A lost Innocence

         

I started to relax with the group; I couldn’t believe it I had finally found a place where I belong, a place where I felt like I was meant to be there. Christie and I hit it off immediately, it was like we were meant for each other, we liked the same types of films and TV series, we read the same type of books, even down to what we were looking for in women was the same. Unlike with most people conversation was not a struggle; it flowed so easily that we kinda didn’t need to say anything at all and we know what the other was going to say. I felt like she was a part of me and I was a part of her, we belonged together I could feel it in my heart. As the weeks passed I grew happier and more confident with who and what I was. I felt it might be the right time to come out to my parents, it was really hard, my parents and entire family are pretty homophobic and I didn’t know how they would react. The thought of coming out to the people I loved filled me with dread and fear beyond anything I had ever experienced. They were my family for god sake I should have been able to talk to them about anything but every time I thought about telling them a wave of sickness hit me. After many weeks of internal struggle I decided to tell my best friend first, what a mistake that was.

               

 I told her when we were on our own in the school courtyard I really believed she would be ok with it, I couldn’t of been more wrong. She pretty much freaked out and started calling me a lesbo and a dyke, it hurt so much that all I could do was start crying and run away. I hid in the toilets for the rest of the lunch break crying, if I knew then what was going to happen I probably would have killed myself there and then. 

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