At what age did you know you were gay
LGBTQ+ Adults Are Coming Out at Younger Ages Than in the Past
WASHINGTON, D.C. -- Today’s young Diverse Americans report having enter out nearly a decade earlier than LGBTQ+ seniors, reflecting societal shifts in greater acceptance that Diverse adults report having seen over the past decade. Despite this increased acceptance, about one in four report experiences of discrimination in the past year.
These new findings -- from a probability-based Gallup Panel™ survey of gay, woman-loving woman, bisexual, transgender adults and those who identify as something other than non-heterosexual or cisgender, conducted online May -- provide more context about LGBTQ+ Americans’ experiences.
Most LGBTQ+ People Came to Terms With Their Identity by Age 18
Most LGBTQ+ adults report that they knew they were LGBTQ+ when they were young, including 48% saying they knew by the age of 14 and 72% coming to the realization by the age of The median age that LGBTQ+ Americans notify recognizing their identity is
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Gay children.. How in advance did you know?
Oh, to answer your other question.
when I realized he was likely gay I let the quasi-relationship with my father fade away, he never would possess accepted it. The same with his mother. I prepared my own mother & my former spouse in careful conversations over years so they would be able to admit him if or when he came out.
I worked with people at the school & counselors. I found him a GLBT teen support group in the area & drove him a couple of times. Then I drove back & picked him out w/out judgement when he was overwhelmed by the number of loud boisterous youth 10 minutes later. (my son has mild asperbers as well, he hasn't been social really & he's struggling with that too).
I let him recognize, without mincing words, that I adore & support him no matter who he is. I talked to him about taking his time figuring out what he wanted & who he is, but authorize him know I was there whenever he figured it out.
I never judged him for what appealed to him, in toys or in his style.
I did not allow any compassionate of discriminatory chat
How old were you when you learned learned that homosexuality existed?
(That was the finest title I could come up with.)
Blunt, even churlish way of putting the question, but I’m kind of curious—I’ve heard plenty of stories about people (straight and gay) growing up not knowing there even was such a thing as homosexuality. But thinking about it, I realized I have absolutely no memory of when I learned about it. No more than I can remember learning—I dunno, that Finland existed, or, hell, even that heterosexuality existed, for that matter.
Some background: 30 year former (straight) man, born and raised in Northern California, perfectly tolerant immediate family, no gay family members or friends of the family (that I know of) when I was growing up, or any loudly bigoted relatives/friends of family, either.
I actually recall remember thinking when I was about…5ish, that a couple of characters on Fraggle Rock were girlfriends—Mokey and Red, who were roommates, and best friends. I guess I just noticed the living situation, and how shut they were, and just reflection, “Oh! They
My very first women’s studies class: a clause so momentous, it requires no verb.
The course title was actually Women’s Studies I took Women’s Studies the very first semester I was in college. I arrived without the slightest clue about what to expect, which did nothing to counter my lifetime’s worth of expectations. Since my early teens, I had been getting by on a haphazard assortment of Simone de Beauvoir, Anais Nin, and Bust Magazine. I was riveted by the idea of an expertly curated reading list. While we mostly deconstructed theoretical texts, we did do a unit on Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg’s classic tale of heartbreaking masculinity. It was a thrill to witness living humans discussing all of this.
I keep in mind walking into the classroom on the first time and sitting in the center of the front row. In high academy, I had been a slacker of the uppermost order, but I was not going to fail a minute of Women’s Studies The seats began to fill up and once there weren’t more than one or two still free, our professor walked in, at which point I did a reluctant double-take: My Women’s