The Closet
When I was 13, I knew I wasn’t straight, but the only person I told was my best friend and her mom mostly because I knew they didn't care whether I was straight or not due to the fact that it didn't change who I was as a person. However, I’d grown up in a fairly religious family, church nearly every Sunday with my grandpa, who died when I was 11, praying before a meal, and Sunday dinners after church. Having feelings for the same sex was not something that was accepted in my family.