Instead, I remember sitting on the sofa on that unassuming Sunday morning, absorbing and, in equal parts, refuting the information my mum had just shared with me.I knew then – as I do now – that there is, of course, nothing wrong with homosexuality.
And the fact that people, in some cases, must hide who they are is deeply saddening.But at the time, I tended towards the homophobic views of my peers and the television I consumed.
I thought being gay was something that you should be ashamed of because society said so.I was overwhelmed with fear that people at school would find out and worried about the ridicule that would inevitably ensue.