Félicitations, Hamish! Heureux anniversaire!
But geez, you know the actual day? Half the time I forget my birthday, and usually have to quick count on my fingers to remember how old I am!
Well, I’m counting from the day I first told myself. My coming out to other people took a little longer, though by the same time next year, my whole school knew (that wasn’t exactly my choice…)
As for what to tell whom, I’m probably not the best person to give advice about that because my own coming out was such a mess. But it was a mess, and I’m still here, so even the worst-case scenarios can have happy endings.
I can tell you that for most people, coming out is never as bad as they expect it to be. Parents and friends are often more open-minded than we expect them to be, and when they aren’t, there are more services now than there used to be.
Well, my memory is like swiss cheese for everything, except birthdays. Sometimes, I’ll remember someone’s birthday and not their name. Besides, this was such a major thing in my life and it changed the direction of it that I tend to remember it before I do my birthday.
Happy Outday, Hamish!. I couldn’t find a Hallmark card for this. There should be some, and also cards people can send to their family and friends to make coming out easier.
Glad you’re happy and content with your life.
Happy coming out day, Hamish. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did, and I’m glad you stuck to your principles on that one. I understand how hard it is sometimes to be something that a lot of people don’t accept or understand, and, at times I still find myself not mentioning it until they feel a little more comfortable with me. I’m glad you’re happy with your life and that it’s successful, even though it was a bumpy road to happiness. Not everything is simple. ::gives Hamish a hug::