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When I was twelve I started having feelings for one of my fellow female classmates. I wasn't really ever confused I knew I liked guys and I had recently realized I liked girls too. I didn't think anything of it, I love the gays and I have a wopping total of two straight friends, one of which I'm questioning. So I just thought it was a normal thing; you know, people will love who they love. But this nice fantasy came crashing down. I decided to tell the girl that I like her. BIG mistake. She was cool about it but nobody else was, I started being harrassed at school by the guys, they would tell me that "I wasn't pretty or skinny enough to get any guy to like me, now I had just simply resorted to my fellow freaks." I didn't know what to think, I mean I was perfectly fine with it, it was the only thing that I accepted about myself, the only thing I was sure about. And now here were all of my "friends" calling me a freak. It wasn't just me who was effected by this, I noticed a lot of my gay guy friend were now dating my lesbian and bi friends, and they were sleeping with each other, too. They did this to avoid being harrassed by fellow students. I remember just crying at lunch, not eating a thing, just crying. It just didn't make any sense, I mean those people had nothing to do with our love lives, if they thought it was so discusting, then when talk about it so much? It's like your parents sex life, you find it groos and repulsive, so what do you do? I can tell you that you don't talk about it all of the time! So anyway as I was saying I was confused, all of the adults at school said it was that I was confused with my sexuallity, that 7th grade was far to young to know if your not heterosexual----WRONG----I wasn't confused by my sexuallity, but by the response it brought on from others. They all told me they understood it was hard for me and said to just let the pieces fall into place, but what they didn't understand was the those pieces were more like bombs, because the "pieces" were my classmates, teachers, mother, EVERYONE. and it was all crashing in on me before I could even recognize who or what they were.

I wrote that when I was 13, so about one year ago, and since then, I have helped many other young people, just like me have someone to talk to. It's simple really, all I've done is be for them what I needed somebody to be, and that person didn't exist for me, and that meant self-halm and suicide, so hopefully me helping will stop any others from doing this.