March 20th, 2020…(pause). That was the day that I came out to my family and that same night was absolutely horrible and the overall situation that same night felt like my worst nightmare. I am currently a new member of the LGBTQ+ Community and found out that I am gay. I found out who I am when the time hit precisely on 12:00 AM on March 11th, 2o20. That was my birthday and there was a constant internal battle of figuring out who I am. I eventually processed the many situations that took place and after much thinking and processing, I found out that I am gay. The night I told my family, I had horrible reactions to the entirety of the conversation. Long story short, they know and it’s been a long time since then. My mother has become more optimistic about it. My sister and my dad both are strong religious believers. My brother, I don’t rightly know. About a summer ago, I’ve had frequent conversations about my sexuality with my mother and her curiosity was interested. I soon explained the steps to me finding out about who I am. Now, this past September of 2020, I went to the ER to find out about the excruciating pain in my back. I eventually found out I soon then was diagnosed a diabetic. I took the long moments where no one was in the hospital room to tell my mom how I wanted to live my life. Soon after, my mother and father and I found common ground and things have been okay. The problem is, I have been hiding my personality around my family, but they know. I keep hiding it because I feel like I’m forcing them to accept me or I’m too afraid to mention it because of the certain living conditions that make me feel emotionally uncomfortable. I honestly have no idea what to do.