Ever since around age 11 I had a feeling deep down that something was different. This accelerated with time. The older I became, the more I began to question my sexuality. The more I began to question my sexuality, the more I insisted that it was a phase and would pass soon enough. Yet, it did not pass. From Year 8 I endured frequent negative comments at school along the lines of, “you’re gay,” and, “you’re going to turn out gay”. This confused and terrified me, and only led to deeper denial.
I went all the way through St Cuthbert’s College – from New Entrants to Year 13. I came out as bisexual in Year 10. I use the phrase “came out” loosely – I told a couple of people that I might not be straight, and they told everyone else. The news wasn’t received well by my peers, but it was never something I denied. I take pride in it as an experience that taught me about myself; about having the strength to be upfront. I put my head down and stuck it out with the whispers and rumours, eventually realizing that it was not worth caring what other students thought about it when I knew I had done nothing wrong. But it would not be until the second year of university that I would tell my parents.