I do not regret what I did, but I regret that I know my family knows about it. Two years ago, I live with an older man (I was 19/20), my boyfriend at that time, they didn't know where I was at, and my family call the police while I was at work. They found out who I was with, they found out my clothes was in his bedroom. I was accuse of being gay, that still bothers me since I personally won't own up to it . I don't like my sexuality/gender. I was ashamed, embarrass, and it bothers me.
I bluff my way through that, but a part of me tells me they secretly know what the situation was about. We don't talk about it, but it's been eating me up inside every now and then... I don't talk about that time of my life. I still pretend I'm straight, but I explain it as if I was living with an odd couple that I never spoke too, and I leave it at that.
I don't know how to accept it, and I wish it never happened.
