Imagine sitting your parents down because you need to tell them about your plans for your future. Starting tomorrow, you’re going to find yourself in a new area where very few of the people around you are like you. You’ve gone there because you have something you need to fight for. You’re tired of worrying for the safety of yourself and those you love, so you’ve decided to step out of your comfort zone in the hopes of protecting the rights and safety of those you love.
Now, you’re not even sure if your parents agree with you on this stance, and this is a huge life change, so naturally you’re worried about telling them your plans. In fact, where you’re going, the people that think like you aren’t even in the majority. It’s more than reasonable to assume that some people, where you’re going, will be violently against you. Some people will even try to kill you for the view you represent. And still, you decide to tell your parents that this is where you’re going.
They seem to understand, but they’re worried about you. “You’ll never be the same when you get back, if you even do get back. The things you’ll see there will hurt you and scar you for the rest of your life. Please don’t do this,” they say. You say that you understand, but you’re proud that you’ve decided to fight for what is right and for the good of people everywhere. Even if it pains you to fight, even if you die fighting, you’ll have died for what was right.
You know at this point, that this moment is just about the last time you’ll even be able to get help from your parents in the same way. Where you’re going, they’ve never been before, and there’s no way they could imagine the struggles you’ll have gone through in your fighting. From here on out, you are on your own, until you’re in the company of those fighting with you. People also risking their lives to fight for the rights of other people and themselves.
And in that moment, that realization, you’ve done it. You’ve come out of the closet.