I'm 24, I came out to them when I was 19 or 20, I can't remember. Was hell. My mother and I were having a bit of issues because I was missing church for a while now. My feelings for church was changing, I just wasn't caring for it anymore. But the real reason I was missing church was more to do with school. I was involved in a bunch of school projects and most of my peers could only work on them on Sundays, so I had to be there also. My mom thought it was a terrible excuse. One day she and someone from the church cornered me about it and afterward my mom saw I was upset. I told my mom I didn't care for church anymore, it was just me wasting my time sitting in to something I wasn't believing in anymore. That same day at service the pastor was talking about how young people who were believers go away to college and get influenced and pushed out of church, so her first question was, "Are you being influenced?" Haha. I said no. So for another week or two was strained because of this and finally she sat down to talk to me about my feelings for church. We reached a happy medium and she asked if there was anything else I wanted to talk to her about and I tried my best to hold it in but I ended up crying and coming out to her. It was also the worst day for this to happen because it was Mother's Day. I remember now she came to talk to me because I wrote her a card that made her cry and that was what started the whole conversation that day.
After I told her, she was quiet for a short bit and I asked her to say something. She said, "For the first time in 19-20 years of having you, I wish you weren't my son." That shit hurt. For weeks, maybe a month we had issues. We argued, not spoken to each other, said fucked up shit to each other. It was terrible. I used to be suicidal and contemplated suicide again and when she heard about that she wondered why I would consider that, it should be her. She even tried to get a pastor to talk me out of it, etc. I once got cornered in the street by my aunt, my mom's best friend, about the situation and gave me shit out in the open. That day I was pissed in class, walked out and called them both and brought them to tears. Eventually I told them to just leave me alone. My mom later apologized for everything. She still doesn't accept it and we're back to a great relationship, we just don't talk about it.
During that whole ordeal, though, she called my father without me knowing and told him in hope that he can "scare it out of me." My dad called me one day out of the blue and asked me to come over because we needed to talk. I figured then my mom told him. We set up a d time to meet and every step I took closer to his house, I wanted to throw up more and more. I was terrified. When I got there, we sat down after 20-30 minutes and first thing he said to me was, "Do you know why we're in this room right now and why I called you here?" I responded I had an idea of what but won't say in case I was wrong. I think that broke a bit of the ice and then he said how my mom called him and told him what happened. He questioned me about it and just couldn't understand any of it. He wanted to know if I was bi, why can't I just be happy with just girls and I was telling him it wasn't that simple. He then told me my mom told him weeks back but he was too afraid of saying something he didn't mean out of anger and he knew once something was said, it couldn't be taken back, unlike my mom.
After that conversation, my dad and I no longer were the best buds we used to be. He gave me the cold shoulder, didn't talk to me nor hardly looked at me. One day he told my brother that I wasn't the same person anymore, how I changed and my brotehr told him, "Maybe if you'd still being an asshole to him and actually talk to him, you'd see he's the same guy." So my dad did just that one day and we ended up having the same ol' conversations we used to have, joking and laughing, etc. Finally father's day came and I gave him a card that made him rather emotional and he came to me and embraced me and told me that he was proud to have me as a son. Things weren't back to normal too soon, but it did come shortly and unlike my mom, from time to time he'd ask me how I was dealing with it and a year or so ago he pretty much said he'd be okay with anyone just as long as I was happy and not lonely, although he said it in a way where I got the message without him explicitly saying it to refer to man or woman.