Softly, my aunt and uncle encouraged me to keep going. The more I talked, the angrier I felt. The opportunity to come out when I was ready and felt fully empowered to do so had been stolen from me. My coming out, this conversation, everything I’d done that night, was forced on me. I still wasn’t sure of my sexual identity and hadn’t yet found the community of people who were like me, a community I felt I belonged to.
