My Coming Out Diary: The Father Chronicles
The words that broke us, the silence that followed, and how we rebuilt
A Note Before Reading: I wrote this diary over several years, never thinking anyone would read it. Now, I'm sharing these raw pages because sometimes the stories that heal us most are the ones we never planned to tell. Some names and details changed, but the heart of it—the silence, the pain, the slow crawl back to each other—that's all real. This isn't a how-to guide for coming out. It's just what happened when I finally stopped hiding.
There's a particular kind of quiet that exists between fathers and sons. I've come to know it intimately – first as background noise, then as deafening absence, and finally as something entirely new.
This is the diary I never meant for anyone to read. These are the raw entries from before, during, and after telling my father I was gay.
Three years of silence followed. Then, something neither of us expected: healing.
March 12, 1997 – Two weeks before
Rehearsed coming out to Dad today. Again.