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I really hate coming out stories. Not only do I hate thinking about my own awkward stuttering and crying, but I hate seeing, reading about, or discussing other people’s coming out stories, due to it either making me relive my own sporadic experiences or for it making me feel guilty for having not gone through the same trauma.
I would like to say that my deviation from the subject of my own coming out story is because I would like to spare you from the discomfort I feel in the discussion of coming out, but I would be lying.
I (mostly) don’t remember my coming out story, and I don’t remember most of the other important conversations I have had throughout my life. I believe that this is all part of a coping mechanism I have developed in order to decrease the amount of time I spend cringing about the past.
All that I remember from coming out is a lot of crying, but I spend a lot of my time crying about a lot of things, so crying is not an especially defining factor of the situation.