its not a matter of coming out, for i've done this many times. last year was the straw the broke the camels back when i was watching something on tv. i found myself all over the internet searching high and low. i finally found a therapist and went to see him(needed one for my other issues anyways and plus i was required to get one asap). i literally sat in his office and cried. i stop for a brief moment because i had to focus on getting my head screwed on right and now i'm ready to take the next step since the path is open. the thing though is, my mother always wanted 2 boys and 2 girls. she adopted me so i was the one that completed the family. if i say something now, its going to be like sticker shock. plus if i start saving, she's going to bring down the hammer and question me why i saved and didnt use it to either fix up my room, by food, new clothes or what not. i see my therapist on the first of may. its just if my mother stays in the fear mood because she thinks i'll be doing more harm than good, idk what i'll do. thinking about it is already starting up my anxiety
