Today’s “Love Action” (as I’m now calling them 🙂 ) involves “coming out” stories, broadly defined.  If you’ve read the Alphabet Soup page of this blog, then you know some of my CFS “coming out” story.  Because CFS is an “invisible illness/disability” I find it necessary to “come out” about it over and over and over again . . . often to the same people.  I rarely interact with people when I’m feeling at my worst, which means most people only see me when I’m feeling relatively “good” (i.e., I look “normal” and “fine” on the outside).  What they don’t see is the collapse when I get home, or the days of recovery after over-doing.

But that’s not what I wanted to write about today . . . I, like most of us, have more than one “coming out” story.  My non-health-related “coming out” story is of the more traditional type.  Thinking about it today, I realized that most of my friends know pieces of the story, but few, if any, of them have the broad overview.  So, I’ll be skipping the gory details (apologies to those who wanted me to name names 🙂 ) and sketching the larger story . . . very briefly:

Unfortunately my coming out story isn’t of the inspirational/”It Gets Better” variety.

• 20 years of compulsory heterosexuality (i.e., didn’t know there was anything else)
• 10 years of questioning (boyfriends, girlfriends, crushes of various sorts)
• 20 years of identifying as a lesbian but getting very little support or acceptance, even from the LGBT community

My heartfelt thanks to those of you who have been supportive;  my apologies to those I never had the discussion with (feel free to ask for more details, but those won’t be distributed via blogs or Facebook).

Time will tell what the next decade(s) of my life will look like . . .