My parents always told me I could talk to them about anything. I told my mother before I told my father because I felt she would understand me. She didn’t. She always knew but felt it was a phase or something I would grow out of. Through her disbelief, she still loved me and accepted me for me. My dad is a retired military man, and before we had ‘the talk’, I had this misconceived notion of what a son should be through the eyes of a father. Someone who plays sports, video games, a real man’s man…everything I wasn’t. I felt I was going to let him down, as I was not the image of what a son should be.