This is part of my story and I hope it helps anyone who is going through a rough time, especially if it is similar to my experiences. You will need more strength than you know.
As I walk the oak-lined pathways of Southwestern University's beautiful campus, I know that next year, I could very well be one of the fortunate students here, carrying books and cups of coffee from building to gorgeous stone building. As I attend sessions in each of the main academic departments- especially literature, social sciences, and modern languages- I am thrilled to the core, practically salivating at the opportunity to access the vast store of knowledge available from the professors. I listen raptly as I attend a seminar on Latin American studies, in which I hope to major with a possible minor in Feminist Studies. My dream is to serve as a Spanish-English translator, especially at women’s clinics in poverty-stricken areas of Latin America, and with over fifty percent of Southwestern students traveling abroad as undergraduates, this dream is approaching reality for me.
My parents walk beside me on Accepted Senior Day, marveling outwardly as I do inwardly while we tour the campus, saying "What amazing facilities!" and "This is the perfect place for you." They are as excited as I am to hear the professors discuss classes like "Contemporary Latin American Literature" and "American History: A Feminist Perspective." From an outsider’s perspective, it would seem unlikely that these enthusiastic parents have spent weeks debating whether or not they should finance an education for their lesbian daughter.
Few words have been more difficult to speak than, “Mom, I think I might be gay.