Ever since i was a child, maybe since i was 11, i always knew i wasnt interested in women. For a few years maybe up until i was 13 which is when i moved, i thought i was asexual. I grew up in a family where on the outside my parents and siblings seemed like they were perfect, and always seemed to support LGBTQIA+ people. This was untrue, this was just to seem oh so amazing. (I came from a lower-middle class background in austria, so i wasnt rich and my family felt obsessed with social stasus and fitting in with the norm). I moved to the UK at 13 and was enlisted in a UK unisex school. The school was catholic so very hostile to anyone who wasnt straight, or on the binary gender spectrum. being asexual made me super super shy and reserved, and i essentially had no social life. One of my 2 friends at the time leaked the fact that i was asexual around the year and faced relentless bullying and started to self-harm myself. During that period, i realised that i didnt have no sexual attraction. I thought i was trans. Coming to this realisation took me a long time since i was always taught trans = evil and i would be bullied beyond belief if people knew that. During that time period i tried to make my voice higher pitch (puberty did not help with that) and i started to grow out my hair. When i was 15/16 i realised that i wasnt trans. I just tried to normalise in my head that i was attracted to men. I realised i was gay, and at that point, i told all my friends. How naïve that was. The same thing happened again. I became a shell of myself, i became depressed. All the while my brother had a girlfriend, mentioning how i was such a loser for not having one etc. At this point my parents could tell something was up and started to put me into therapy. Therapy helped me so much and i realised i was definitely gay. Within a year i had a boyfriend. I always had the issue of my parents finding out and he used it against me. I realised i was being abused and spiraled into depression and self-harm again. I felt lime my whole life was groundhog day. When i was 16/17, i went through so much emotional turmoil and trauma with my best friend dying + my breakup with my toxic ex bf, and the constant pressure from my family. All i did was study. Looking back that was the best thing i possibly could have done. One i was finally freed to go to university and left everyone from school behind, my life was back on track. I had started to get over the grief of the loss of my best friend, i moved away from my family and i had a stable boyfriend who i loved. In university the homophobia stayed at a constantly awful level. I couldnt take it. I wanted to kill myself due to the hate i was experiencing. Now lets go back to modern day and see how things have changed. Im still experiencing a great deal of homophobia online and on campus, but its not as bad. Im still with my boyfriend who i still love, and the situation at home is improving. A cousin came out as trans, and my parents and siblings tolerated it. Im still absolutely not comfortable to come out to them, but i feel safer. I feel like ive been released from the chains of homophobia, i dont let it effect me anymore. Everything is falling into place.