Personal Narrative: My Coming Out

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Personal Narrative: My Coming Out Story
I came out of the closet twice actually. The first time was in the eighth grade when I came out as a lesbian to the whole community (If they cared to ask anyway). The second time I chose to come out of the closet was at the end of my sophomore year of high school, only this time I was coming out as transgender. Choosing to come out the closet for a second time wasn’t any easier than the first time, if anything it was even harder. My second coming out is the one I’d like to focus on though, when I chose to allow myself to be my true self no matter the cost. I came from a rather conservative family, my father hated the fact I was openly a lesbian and his family were always trying to claim I was going to a phase. My mother was supportive of me but she did little in the way
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I had been assigned to my new therapist only a week before so I was rather nervous to bring it up to her since she didn’t really know me yet and I didn’t know her but I was pleasantly surprised to find her very open minded to the idea and even going as far as to research ways to help me through my dysphoria.
With my therapist supporting me I finally brought my grandmother into the mix. I figured I couldn’t really hide it from her and so in a session she came in and my therapist and I told her I was looking into gender reassignment. She was my grandmother on my mom’s side of the family and was the one of the only members of my family who was supportive of me when I came out the first time and though she was confused she was still very supportive.
Now like any good coming out story I told my friends next. I could say it went well but I’d be lying then, it actually went amazingly and I was pleased to find my friends all supporting me in my

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