Growing up in a town with a population of 22,000 wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, particularly when you identify as DSG, I was also one of four boys, which made the thought of coming to my family seem impossible.

I was around 22 when I started dating a boy for the first time, but I couldn’t tell my family where I was going or what I was doing. After a few months of seeing him, lying to them about where I really was, began to eat me up inside. I needed to be true to myself and who I was, but it was a terrifying thought.

I woke up one morning and decided that it was going to be the day that I would come out to my mum. I offered to pick her up to do her groceries, but the whole time, I had crazy butterflies in my stomach. The only way I could think of telling her was to just blurt it out: ‘Mum I have something I need to tell you: I‘m gay’. I was so surprised and relieved when she said, ‘Thank you for finally telling me, I have always known’. I was also shocked that my brothers reacted in a similar way, and said that it made no difference to them since I was their family.

From that day nothing has ever changed with my family, and I’m so thankful for their support. I’m really keen to spend time with young LGBTQI kids to support them with their issues and help them in coming out when they’re ready.