I never had to think about the coming out process or even that coming out had to be discussed or done.

From my perspective, the way I was living my life at that time was without any restrictions or hesitation.

I was living my life and letting it unfold when I realized that I was in love with a woman. I went with the flow and kissed her. It felt right and darned sexy to be in the arms of a woman who made me tingle.

At the time, I was living with my parents, so one day I took her home with me. My mother, father & brother loved her and the feeling was reciprocol.

My family never talked about anything personal, so they didn’t suspect anything. This allowed me to hang out with her in my room. I never imagined that I could tell my mother that my friend she liked so much was actually a lesbian who was in love with her daughter.

One day, I went to stay with my sister for a couple of days. I loved hanging out with her ∓ playing with my nephews, while soaking up the joys of being a proud aunt.

My sister came into the room and promptly told me that our mother had gone through my desk and found my diary. She read that I was in love with a woman and the question surfaced: What should they do with me now?

The family, with the exception of my father, was called into a meeting to discuss my future. The options as I sat and listened were to either send me to Israel for my religious brother to set me straight, or they would send me to a psychiatrist.

Through much discussion and without my input, they opted to send me to a recommended psychiatrist, but I refused to go, so my girlfriend would have to drive me there.

Yes, that is my come out story with my family. There’s nothing quite like a little twist in how I got outed by my mother. I must be honest that it was a huge relief that she did read my diary and that she did tell everyone for me that I am notstraight.