I’ve always knew I was different. I just didn’t know how or why, I just knew I was. I was always sheltered. I didn’t even know what the word gay meant, let alone know that I was gay. I found out about the LGBT community in 7th grade. After then I explored some online stuff and when I got to high school I thought that I might have been bi. I told my family a few months after. Then sometime after I got a girlfriend then after she cheated on me and then broke up with me, I stopped thinking about my love life and sexuality. The next year, my sophomore year, I figured out I was gay, that year I was making new friends so that helped me come to terms with it. Towards the end of the year, I got the guts to tell my mom and it later caused me to feel like my family did not accept me so I ended up with depression. I am still struggling with my family but that does not really bother me anymore.