It did happen a year ago and neither have shown any signs of being bothered about it. But I am worried that I may of damaged them both.
I have spoke to him like a grown up and explained about sex and that it should be with your partner when you're in love and in a relationship. Apparently they were just doing it messing around and it's never happened again or been spoken about. Obviously this didn't happen as at 9 and 10 they had absolutely no idea what they were doing. They learnt about sex education in school and come home to his friends and decided to look for stuff on the internet.Īfter watching this they decided to try it out. My son at 9 and his friend at 10 (male) have been experimenting with each other. Head to ReachOut Forums and share your story in a safe and supportive environment.This is a really awkward subject but I am just wanting other people views please. Being gay in a small country town means I still do all the normal things I did before I came out. Today, I go hiking, I go camping, I hang out at the lake. My sex life and my sexuality were in the gossip sphere for such a small amount of time that, by the time I returned to Australia, people had actually forgotten that I’d identified as gay. Soon the gossip in my town was back to who’d had sex with whom, or what some girl had done. I was in the United States when my story was being shared around, but that only lasted for a very short time. Even I love a juicy story every now and then. People in my small town thrive on gossip. They loved me and embraced me – so much so that, whenever I have a bad day, I go back to that Facebook status from 23 October 2013 and look at the nice comments to give me a good ol’ confidence boost.īeing gay in the country is hard. And some of the nicest compliments came from people in my hometown. After I came out, I got loving comments from so many people. Once I was living away, however, I realised that it wasn’t my hometown that didn’t like me being gay I didn’t like myself for being gay. I also think that’s what drove me to travel for my gap year. I think that’s where my anger and distaste towards my hometown started.
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I didn’t know that when people used these sorts of terms they were just trying to be funny, or were quoting TV shows. When I heard comments like ‘Oh, that’s gay’ or ‘Ha! Gaaaaaay!’ being used in everyday conversation, I think I got scared. I was surprised how supportive my hometown wasįor many years, I’d believed that people in my town wouldn’t tolerate anyone gay. I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I was okay with being gay. Honestly, it wasn’t really because I wanted to tell everyone. After I told these people, I decided to post it on Facebook. A few days later I told my cousin, two best mates and my dad. Mum and I are even closer now than before. I still remember the overwhelming sense of relief I had after telling her. I guess I thought I was confused, or bi, or whatever. It was pretty casual, and I thought I was still into girls at that point. I had been there for about four months and had just started seeing someone. I was 18 years old and on my gap year in the United States, in Boston, at the time. I even contemplated pretending I was straight. I worried about whether my family and friends would accept me. I didn’t know who I was, or who I was going to be. Right after I realised it, I was like: ‘Sweet! This makes so much sense!’ However, after thinking about it for a while, I realised that my life was about to change. However, I could always appreciate other guys. I dated, had sex with girls, even fell in love with girls. Growing up, it never occurred to me that I was gay. I like to say to people that I realised I was gay right after I first had sex with a dude. Of course, I’m generalising – but, as a whole, growing up in a country town means there’s not much room for liberalism. By ‘harsh’, I mean the men were stereotypically men, and the women were stereotypically women. I guess the only bad things I could pin on growing up in the country would be the harshness. I did the usual stuff: hiking, camping, hanging out at the lake or the river – and seeing as I lived near the snow, I was on the slopes a lot.