Today we have a coming out story from another Irish woman, who came out many years ago and is now married with cats & dog.
Coming out to myself was much easier than coming out to those I love. I had dealt with things fairly quickly but dragged my heels when it came to telling the people in my life. My worst nightmare was telling someone and have that person turn their back on me because of my sexuality.
A drink, to celebrate!
I had reached the point were I needed to tell someone. I decided to come out to a very close friend first, a friend who I knew I could trust and who I hoped would help me on my journey. I chose someone who had been one of my best friends for years and who still is one of my best friends. Someone I loved and respected. Someone who is one of those people that everyone should have in their lives. I knew she would stand beside me, hold my hand, tell me to keep my head up and just be there for me 100%.
I chose Amy.
Once I decided this I needed to get it over with quickly before I changed my mind, so I asked Amy if she would like to go to see a football match that was being played in the next town over. Neither of us had any interest in the football match but it would give us the time to be alone to chat.
I collected her the following evening and we drove in silence to the game. I parked up, turned the engine off and swung around in my seat so I was facing her. For the next 10 minutes we spoke about everything except what I really wanted to talk about. Then the uncontrollable tears….
When Amy grabbed my hand and asked me if I was pregnant, my tears turned to laughter!
“No! I’m gay.”
“Oh. Is that all? Well give me a hug and lets go for a drink and celebrate!”
And we did just that!
Amy was my strength, my shoulder to cry on and she gave me the kick in the ass that I needed in order to get my new life on track. Amy is also the reason why I was in the George (gay bar in Dublin) that night, the night I discovered love at first sight does exist.
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