My mom was searching through my closet, found me in it, and pulled me out.

So I never envisioned that my coming out day would be anything like this. I imagined it a big fanfare where people would be huddled around for a 'family meeting' of sorts. Not in my parent's bedroom with my mom asking me if I remembered what I said when I was 16 and whether I still felt that way. That was the original coming out, but I crawled back into the closet because my mom wouldn't stop crying for a week. She stopped crying when I said, "well, maybe I'm just confused." More details to follow...

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