Personal Narrative: My Father Wasn T Gay

From a very early age of 13 , i knew there was something different about me. Theres was times i would tell myself i wish i wasn't gay. But i had that weird feeling about the same sex. But i didn't really know what that meant at the same time.

At the age 14 i was in middle school. I started to realize more that i was attracted to guys. There was times i would go to bed crying , wishing i wasn't gay. Because i was scared of how my family would react especially my father. Most of the times, when i would go to bed crying i would pray to god wishing i wast gay. Dad would sometimes catch me crying. He would ask me "why are you crying". I would panic & stress out, i went through my youth unsure about a basic part of me verbally abuse about it growing up my dad taunting me with such negativity & hurtful words such as "Faggot" & "Joto". Much sorrow and hurt kept going threw my head for nights. Sometimes it felt like months.

Most of the time he would hit me & call me inappropiate names. Starting high school that changed, he …show more content…
I had this art class for 6th period. There was a guy named Hugo. We kinda hated each other through out the year. We started talking to each other towards the end of the year. We always ended up talking sh*** about each other. Towards the end our senior year , we started talking more & more . One day we decided to message each other on Face Book. From there on we continued talking more & actually ended up becoming friends. Hugo one day messaged me & told me that he wanted to talk to me on Face-time. So we did. While talking he told me he had a secret, he asked me, promise not to say anything . I said okay i promise. He ended up coming out to me. That really shocked me but at the same time it made me happy. I ended up coming out to him to. He was the first person i ever came out to. After telling him that i was gay. I came out & told my friend Luis that i was gay. He was very supported. We continued talking and