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    Coming Out Story - Eloise Felstead!

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    My name is Eloise, and I am a 22-year-old bisexual woman.

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    I first properly came to terms with my sexuality when I was around 13/14. Before then, I had seen pretty women on TV or in public and wondered why I felt ‘funny’, but it didn’t really make sense until I started watching and becoming a fan of popular TV shows and getting involved with the online community surrounding it.
     
    I became a little infatuated with one of the characters and cast members of my favourite show at the time, Glee. It was because of her that I came to terms and realised I wasn’t actually straight. I didn’t have an issue displaying this on certain platforms online where it wasn’t viewed by my peers, but remained closeted and silent in public.
     
    Over the years, I came out to several friends who I trusted and who I knew understood how I was feeling. I always wanted to come out to my family, but the fear and anxiety it caused made this difficult. You are constantly reading about horror stories in the LGBTQ+ community and how young kids are being abused or thrown out of their home for something they can’t help, which puts the fear in your own head that the same is going to happen to you.
     
    I would be lying if I said I didn’t think my parents were homophobic/biphobic at least several times. My dad would always make jokes and call my steel capped boots I wore to Cadets my “dyke/lesbian” boots. Whilst this was a joke to him, it was scary to imagine what he would say if he knew I wasn’t straight. My mum joked about bisexuality a lot, saying bisexual people are greedy and should pick a side, and it saddened me. But I never spoke up in fear of being outed and disowned. These jokes and comments came from all around me. Friends, family. I felt like I had been pushed so far back in the closet so, I never even contemplated coming out. I know none of it was ever malicious, but words do more damage than people care to admit.
     
    In 2016, my dad sadly passed away before I had the chance to tell him I was bisexual, and this has always affected me because I never got to come out to him and tell him who I really was. There’s nothing I can do about that now, but I always wonder what he would say, if he would be proud of me, if he would care.
     
    After a while, I met someone online, and it was getting quite serious. I knew I’d have to come out eventually if I really wanted this relationship to go anywhere so, one night, after work, I had plucked the courage up to come out to my mum. You may laugh, but I spent the entire 45-minute walk home from work listening to ‘I’m Coming Out’ and other pride hits to give me the courage.
     
    I got in and saw my mum on the phone. I didn’t want to wait up as she can be on the phone a long time so, I went up to my bed, and composed a text. I didn’t particularly want to come out via text, but it was the only way I felt brave enough. I typed out this message, debated pressing send, before I realised that I really had nothing to lose. The response I was going to get from my mum would be the same response I would get if I came out in a year. 5 years. 10 years. I pressed send and a wave of anxiety and sickness washed over me.
     
    Within a few minutes, I heard my mum coming up the stairs and I started shaking. I was so scared as to what she would say. She came into my room, asked if she could sit down on my bed, then started speaking to me.
     
    She told me she didn’t care about whom I loved, as long as I was happy. She joked that she thought I was pregnant when I sent her the text beginning “I have something to tell you.”. I was crying, and we went downstairs to have a proper chat. She asked me questions about bisexuality to try and understand more, and that comforted me and made me feel like she truly cared about bettering herself and becoming more educated. She asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said yes, and told her about Caitlyn, who is still my girlfriend over 3 years later.
     
    I felt like my coming out was very anti-climatic. It was nothing like the shows or movies, it was so much easier and calmer and... happier. The only issue I really had surrounding my coming out is that your coming out doesn’t become your own story to tell any more.
     
    My mum started telling friends and family, who told friends and family, so on and so on. This upset me as I didn’t have the chance to tell my closest friends first. I felt that this rushed me into telling others when I wasn’t ready for that, and I told my mum this. But, to me, it felt like it was now her news for her to share. She didn’t seem to care about the effect it had on me or my well-being. Despite these feelings, her telling people had no negative effect on me, and in the long run, it probably made things a lot easier for me.
     
    After my grandparents found out, my nan was very set on telling me that I’ll “end up with a man one day”. I know she was only looking after me, but this felt like my bisexuality was being treated as a phase. I never spoke up as my anxiety refused to let me. This stopped after a while and now everyone could not be more supportive of myself and my girlfriend.
     
    My girlfriend and I have now been living together for almost 2 years after she moved 630 miles to be with me. We are happy in our own home, just the two of us, and she is a part of my wider family. We will have been together 4 years this December.
     
    While my coming out was difficult at times, I know I’ve had it incredibly easy compared to others, but this doesn’t mean there still isn’t a huge stigma surrounding coming out.
     
    I hope my story has helped someone, even if it’s given them a little push towards telling someone they trust. You will never be alone. Love always wins.
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    My Constant Gastro Hell!

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    I haven't been feeling the best over the last few weeks; if I am totally honest, my various health issues seem to be overtaking my life again. Suffering from IBS can be debilitating and I do have good and bad days. On a perfect day, I can function at near normality and be more or less pain free. However, these are rare days now and the majority of the time I do suffer from discomfort, to differing degrees.

    A few days ago I had a gallbladder attack, something I have only experienced on two other occasions. After the last strike, I had adjusted my diet and lifestyle to accommodate for my gallbladder disease diagnosis. I began eating much smaller portions, followed a strict low Fodmap diet and exercised on a regular basis. All of these changes calmed the chronic problems I have, and I really began to feel like I was winning. Some days I actually forgot I even had any conditions at all.

    My diagnosis of IBS feels rather tenuous at times. One has to remember I was given this prognosis at a time, when I had no quantifiable illness to otherwise contradict the Doctors judgement. Today I have gallbladder disease, a hiatal hernia, Diverticular Disease, Kidney stones and gastritis. Added together, they make for  hellish Gastrointestinal function, that can be impossible to stabilise. Whether I have IBS on top of this is debatable in my opinion, but the specialists do seem to think I have very bad symptoms, because of all these ailments. I can understand that and do whatever I can to ease the ongoing pain.

    Medication, natural herbal remedies and digestive enzymes, together with a healthy lifestyle, including no alcohol and smoking have all started to produce results. I have been feeling markedly better, so much so, I took my eye off the ball and started eating the wrong things. Since Christmas, I have put on over a stone in weight and the aches and pains have come back with a vengeance, culminating in that gallbladder attack in the middle of the week.

    I know when I've had a pummelling from that useless gallbladder, that in my case stopped working properly several years ago. The pain is like nothing I have endured before. Radiating across my chest, upper back, abdomen and arm, it is akin to childbirth (so I am told.) I initially thought I was having a heart attack the first time I had one, but today realise how important it is to try and ride it out. The pain was so intense on Thursday that I violently threw up for two hours and really thought I might have to phone an ambulance. However, as fast as it began, it disappeared and exhausted, I was able to operate normally once again.

    At the end of April, I have an appointment with rheumatology at Queen Alexandra Hospital, so I can finally get some answers as to what is occurring. It is believed I have Fibromyalgia, but Rheumatoid Arthritis is still a possibility. They may well be able to help with my gastro issues, if there is a link between the two. I am also still awaiting a gallbladder removal operation and at least three other procedures, to give a more concrete analysis of just what is going on. I hope it isn't too much longer before I can get back to some semblance of normality and live a more fulfilled life. Until then, I guess it will be more of the same, until I can get to the end of this sorry saga, that has plagued my life for far too long.

    After the awful week I've had, I'm hoping for a quieter, less intense seven days ahead. Careful eating and stepping back from those naughty habits, that have returned once again, should hopefully pay dividends. I don't want another bout of pain again, at least in the short term, otherwise next time I will end up in A&E, not a place I want to be right now. A change in diet is the first step to regaining the upper hand and until the pandemic ends and operations are carried out, it is the only tool I have to get me though. With a positive outlook and understanding network of friends, I'm hopeful life will finally return to convention and my mind can concentrate on bigger and better things!
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    My Coming Out Story - Daniel Wakelin!

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    Hello Everyone - My name is Dan Gates. I’m 27 years Old from Portsmouth, And this is my coming out story. I thought I’d tell you my coming out story, in the hope that readers will find this helpful and insightful

    Where shall we begin? Let’s start from the beginning shall we.

    I was born on the 4th of August 1993, My mother was 18 years old when she gave birth to me. At the time she lived with her parents (My grandparents) Because of how young my mother was, I’ve always felt like we have had more of a Brother/Sister kind of bond, than an actual Mother/Son kind of relationship. My grandparents have always been my mum and dad in my eyes, as I’d often stay with them when my mother had to work.

    When I was 2 years old, my mother managed to get a place of her own, so we then moved into that. We moved to Paulsgrove … A road called Meadowsweet Way. At the time we had moved in, The road was brand new with new houses and new families moving in, where at the time a lot of the children were the same age as me.

    Growing up in our road was incredible, Because all the children were the same age as me; you’d often find us on our bikes riding up and down the street, going round each other’s for dinner and having sleepovers. Our mothers were also friends as well and most of us in our road went to the same primary school as each other; so we were a pretty tight community. Everyone knew each other well and would look out for one another; it was pretty special.

    As time passed, and I was getting older, I started to feel a little different to the other children, as I’d often noticed my friendship circles were female. My mother would often sign me up for things such as football and karate and I’d be against it because it wasn’t my kind of thing. I’d just be happy spending time with the girls and I always felt like I was one of them. I was very emotional as a child; most of the boys were playing football and being rough with each other, where I wasn’t like that at all, I wasn’t your typical stereotype boy.

    I often found I was more attracted to guys growing up, like I’d often look at females as friends but would never feel anything more than that. I did have a few girlfriends growing up, but they were never anything serious & they never lasted long because I just saw them as friends and struggled to see them as anything more. I had a friend at school called Marc, Me and him were very close and very flirty with each other … He was one of my first male friends.

    Marc was a few years older than me. I remember a time when I went back to his, and we had a lovely day in the house together, messing around and just having a laugh, and I remember getting so flirty to him that we both kissed.

    I remember at the time being shocked and scared at what I had done, but the more I kept thinking about the kiss, the more right it had felt & I wanted to do it with him more and more. A few days after the kiss, I told my female friends about it, They were also very shocked by it, yet they were so supportive. They handled it so brilliantly and were just wonderful about the whole thing, I remember having a conversation with my friends telling them how I felt about that kiss and how I felt about guys in general, and it soon came clear that I was Gay.

    I was 13 years old when I had made that discovery, 13 was often the age. Teens would start to experiment and find out who they are. It was when puberty was beginning and sex education was taught on a regular basis preparing us for adulthood.

    Because my friends were so accepting, I thought sooner or later I’d have to come out to my family, To me this was a very daunting & a scary thought. As my mother was very closed-minded & my grandparents were very old-fashioned, as being gay back in their day was illegal. She kept signing me up for things, trying to shape me into the person I didn’t want to be. Over & over I kept thinking on the best approach to tell her by not telling her exactly, because of the close community in our road. I started telling more and more of my friends and soon word had got around and my friends had even told their parents; word soon got back to my mother.

    I remember coming home from school one day, My mother sitting me down looking somewhat disappointed. The first words that came from her mouth were “Is it true ?”

    When my mother asked me that question, I knew things wouldn’t go well. I knew that not because of her anger from finding out from someone else, but because she just wasn’t someone I could approach with anything. My mother had a short fuse she’d fly off the handle at the smallest of things.

    She then went on to say how she always had a feeling I would be; how she wasn’t happy about the idea of her son being with another boy & how it was wrong, as we have never had someone gay in our family before. She also went with the stereotype of: 'because I used to hang around with females & how I’d love to do dance, music and various other things that would make me Gay,' which in my opinion is a lot of Shhhhh …

    The tension was so awful after that conversation, that it was very clear it was no longer safe for me to be living in that environment, I then decided to move in with my grandparents. My grandparents also found out I was Gay, because my mother had told them. They were OK with it, but they never wanted me to speak about my sexuality or relationships. Even at the age of 27, it still isn’t something that’s spoken about with my mum or grandparents.

    Coming out was awful for me, because the people who you think would stand by you and accept you for who you are, let me down. It’s most probably the reason that I have had issues with relationships during my life, It’s most probably the reason why I do find it hard to be with someone, Because love has let me down.

    When I think about my coming out experience now, the question I ask myself is would I do it again, Would I do anything different ? The answer is No I wouldn’t change the way I did it. Yes my mother did find out from someone else, but she was never open-minded or approachable in the first place.

    Coming out was also a good thing for me, because there were people who stood by me such as my friends and at the age of 27 years old, I’m living my best life.

    I don’t live with family any more, I can do what I like and kiss the people I want to, without judgement from others.

    Life as a Gay Man in 2021 is incredible, you’ll often hear more and more people coming out and being accepted for who they are. Pride is so openly celebrated, you’ll often see brands sporting the pride flag on pride month. Our LGBT History/Community is growing and becoming more positive and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us all.

    Pride is an event that I do hold in my heart because it reminds me of how lucky I am to be loved and accepted by my friends and even though I had a bad experience, it also shaped me into the person I want to be. It taught me to love, accept and embrace the person I am, stand tall and be proud of how far I've come to be that person.

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    Coming Out Stories - William Mills!

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    I came out when I was twenty-one years old, I'm forty-eight now; It wasn't a great experience!

    I had Just turned 21 and was living with my Foster brother and his wife; I was just in the process of moving out to live on my own, after growing up in care for fifteen years....

    On the day I came out, I never thought they knew I was gay; trying to hide it, I kept it a secret from my foster parents. They had turned up at my foster brothers and had known all along. Disgusted, there no acceptance or understanding. Other stuff had come out too, about the past. After that, well, I got what I wanted I suppose, free to live my life, no more secrets, finally accepting who I was and my sexuality too, not feeling ashamed any more!

    Thank you x
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    I Feel Like A Kid At Christmas!

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    I've written and re-written this so many times. Each time it just seems like a huge block of words on a page. Not because I'm sad, quite the opposite actually. I'm a bundle of excitement. I feel like a kid at Christmas and my brain is working faster than my pen so to speak, so words are just tumbling out at a rate of knots. I have so many exciting and happy things going on at the moment I feel like I'm going to burst. None of it is life changing, but I haven't been this excited about anything since the early months of 2020, and it feels good.

    I'm meeting up with a friend I've known since I was 7 and lost touch with. We met again through my group and have arranged to go for a walk on Wednesday. It'll be great to catch up on what's been going on in her life and chat about old times. I also have my jab booked for Thursday afternoon. After them trying for the past 2 weeks to send me to the Isle of Wight I've finally been booked into Guildhall Walk. Most people in my age group are not getting it yet which is why I can't have it locally, so I consider myself lucky as my children are both Type 1 diabetics and the letter of invitation states I'm a carer for a person who is vulnerable to Covid-19. However, I am needle phobic! The thought of the needle, not the vaccine, is already making me nervous. I know, I'm a wimp. The journey to get the jab will be a doddle, but I'm concerned about coming home. I faint every time I have an injection or blood taken so the thought of a bus, ferry and another bus on my own will be interesting. Possibly embarrassing but well worth it. My second jab is already booked for the 13th of June.

    This coming weekend is what has got me about ready to pop. I'm going to see my daughter. Apart from a brief moment at Christmas I have not spent anytime with her since her birthday at the end of October. We are meeting up for a drink in the garden rain or shine. I do not care if it is thundering, lightning or throwing it down with hailstones. The gazebo will be up and we are meeting.

    I'm also going for garden drinks with a guy who I have known for 34 years. He is a few years older than me and I had a huge schoolgirl crush on him. I was a first year, he was a fifth year, so he never knew, and I don't think he even realised I existed back then. We bumped into each other when we both worked for Butlins 25 years ago but hadn't seen one other until October last year, when I recognised him on my way home from work. After a hilarious chat on the train and ferry, we added each other as friends on Facebook and he has kept me entertained during this last lockdown with his wit and humour. It is going to be great to actually sit and interact with another adult human. 6 months alone with a teenage boy has been a challenge at times.

    Next week I go back to the office for 2 days and the plan at the moment is to do so on a weekly basis. Again I'm so looking forward to interacting with people. To see others without a mask on is going to be fantastic. I have missed seeing smiles and people's facial expressions.

    The therapy I have had for my self-confidence, self-esteem and self-worth has been life changing. I've put some of the weight back on I'd lost at the end of last year, and I'm happy and comfortable with how I look. My parents had commented I had gotten too skinny, as did a couple of people who knew me that I'd bumped into on walks. I think they meant I looked unhealthy, but were too polite to say. On top of my own therapy the therapy sessions we've had in my group have been a massive help. We have covered confidence, trust and last week was boundaries. This week is creating your own reality. The feedback myself and Dawn the therapist have received is fantastic and everyone on these sessions has said how much they have got from it. For me personally I never really set boundaries. As a pleaser with confidence issues, I've never been comfortable verbalizing my boundaries or dealing with it, if I felt that they had been crossed. In the past I allowed 'friends' to treat me however they chose and just put up with it. I no longer have contact with two people I've known a long time as they crossed boundaries time and time again, but I let them. I always thought I would miss these people in my life but in the past 2 months since I last spoke to them, I can honestly say I have not at all. It's also given me a much clearer perspective of what and who I want in my life.

    My group is continuing to grow and now has over 600 members. Since I started it as a bit of a joke the day before New Year's Eve, I have been amazed at what has been achieved. I never imagined for one minute I could have created something that has helped so many people. I have already booked in to visit a few members who are scattered around the country and have a few from Australia and Canada who are booking a holiday to the UK for the get together once life has fully returned to normal.

    I feel like I did back in December 2019 when life for me was fun and exciting. Spring is officially here, the gardens are starting to come to life after a long tough Autumn/Winter, and that is exactly how I see my life at the moment.

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    Coming Out Stories!

    Roaming Brit is looking for your 'Coming out Stories;' in a new regular feature, we are asking our LGBTQ+ readers to share their experiences of coming out to family and friends. Each of us has a story to tell and our words can help others wrestling with their sexuality or finding the right time to come out to loved ones. As someone born in 1971, I understand how difficult it was growing up gay, during a period of discrimination, prejudice and intolerance. My own personal experience, wasn't typical; neither good nor bad, it was a personal journey I am happy to share.

    For now, I would like you to think about your own circumstances; write down your thoughts, maybe send a short video or voice recording if you prefer, and we will be happy to include it on the blog!

    Roaming Brit, would like to hear from people of all ages, to build a collection, referencing 'Coming Out Stories' over the generations. No matter how demanding, challenging  or accepting your account is, we would love to include your conversations, serialising your commentary over the coming months. It doesn't matter how long or short your narratives are, all we ask is you are honest with your thoughts.

    Thank you all for your continued support; we can't wait to read your responses!
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