Well, after many months of wondering what would happen, today was the day that I decided to tell my mum. I went downstairs and had a laugh, looked at some pictures of family, then I vanished for a bit, that was to write the note. Yes I chickened out, I couldn't tell her, but I wrote it, and handed it to her in the kitchen, then there was silence which only lasted a few seconds, but I thought it was an eternity! But I was greeted by a smile. She was okay with it, although she said not to tell my dad or my brother. Then I got the usual questions of, 'when did you realize?', 'How did you realize?'. The one thing that I didn't like about the conversation, is that she said that I'll have to hide it for a few years, but I'm guessing that's because she still believes in the age of homophobia being all around, yes it's still there, but not as much, a lot more people are understanding. I get where she's coming from, but I'm not too keen on the idea, I'm guessing it'll take her a while to come round and realize that I can tell people. Well, that's been my coming out to parents, now that I look back at it, even though it was about 10 mins ago, I wonder why was I so worried?!