I have a clear memory of lying in my bed one night...maybe around 14 or 15 years old...and deciding that I should walk into my parents bedroom and tell them that I was gay.
My parent's bedroom was next to mine, and I spent quite a bit of time in there as they were preparing to go to bed for the evening. We had many good conversations during this recurring period.
I remember feeling strongly enough about it to start to push myself up from my bed...but for some reason I didn't.
This now seems like one of those moments that, if I had acted differently, would have created a major shift in the course of my life.
What kept me from going to them...and what about my life would be different today if I had?
Would the result have been better or worse than what I have today?
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Observations from a middle aged gay man.
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