by Nae’Shon H.

Hello, my name is Nae’Shon, and I am an active Bisexual LGBTQ+ member. I am 15 years old, and starting out my journey, I was not worried about who I really was for a while, nor was my family.

But then, fast forward to one day when I was in 5th grade, there was this boy. At first glance, he just seemed like an average male to everyone else. However, to me, I saw and felt something completely different. At this time, that was my first time experiencing loving the same sex.

Soon after, word had began to spread around the school, and it eventually came back to me. Once everyone knew that I had a crush on him, I started to feel… bullied. People would call me names, label me, degrade me… it made me feel like I was nothing!

Eventually, I was in such a horrible state, that I couldn’t focus on working anymore. Everyday, I would’ve had to put on a brave face and make it through the day, and act like nothing was wrong. This continued for days, weeks on end.

And then, one day, I couldn’t take it anymore… And I cried. I cried real tears, and everyone couldn’t understand why, but I understood completely; the bullies have done their job, they have shattered me into a million pieces.

Shortly after, the teacher called me out the room, and I told them what was going on, and parents were called, including my parents. I never told them what was going on, because… I didn’t know how to. I didn’t know how they would take it. So, once I got home, they did talk to me, but I never brought up the fact that I liked a boy. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Transitioning to 8th grade, this was the year that I officially came out to my parents. It wasn’t the way that I imagined, but it still came out. Me and my mother was on the other sides of a table, and once I told her that I wasn’t straight… she almost cried. I was so scared to actually say anything, she was enraged, as well. Both of us needed a minute, so we went our separate ways, and we talked privately and worked it out. She told me, “I’ll still love you, since you’re my son. But I don’t accept your sexuality.” I felt like I was being stomped on and beaten to the ground. It hurt so much to hear those words, but I accepted it.

And now, to this day, I give you these pieces of advice:

Parents, it’s alright to be different. Everyone is a special snowflake and deserves special care. Times are changing, and so are people’s perspectives on LGBTQ+ people. Love your children for who they are. You are the support system they need, and they need you. Thank you.