I gave part of it earlier, but I'll expand.
I was pretty typical for someone coming from a disapproving background. Once I realized I was gay when puberty hit in elementary school, I was confused and second-guessed myself. Maybe I was doing it wrong and getting aroused took some kind of concentration that I was missing but everyone seemed to get? I hoped it would go away through high school as all my friends began pairing off and I was too closeted to do anything at all. Small towns tend to have that paralyzing effect, inspired by the fear that if one person knew, soon everyone would, and ultimately my family would know. So I got no action in high school--it was too big a risk. There were a few girls who were interested in me during that time, and I really tried to acquire some kind of attraction with one of them. We tried to get close, and I just felt nothing. I got frustrated, called it off, stopped returning her calls, etc. She point blank asked me on several occasions if I was gay, and I didn't even have the decency to tell her then. I still regret that.
Fortunately, UA was far enough away from my family so that the small town isolation and fears vanished. I lived with the same four guys for three years and we were great friends. They were totally shocked when I came out to them 2 three years in. But they're my age and didn't seem to care too much. I finally got my first boyfriend around that time, and over the course of that relationship confirmed that I was indeed gay. Like, finally. One of my roomies confided that he was bi about six months later, and we remain great friends. The other two were highly religious and, after enough alcohol, they admitted that while they still valued us as friends, they deeply disapproved of gays and bis. We were/are still on friendly terms, but we found fewer occasions to hang out after that. So my bi friend and I grew apart from the other two and ended up getting a separate place the next year.
About a year later I told my sister, who took the news without a beat. To this day she's the only one in the family who can comfortably talk me about gay things, which is clearly attributable to the age difference. My parents did not handle the news so well, and I'll just copy what I wrote in an earlier post for the sake of convenience: My parents were not pleased, of course. Especially since both had expressed anti-gay sentiments consistently while I was growing up. I couldn't tell them until I was 21, and it was probably the hardest thing I've ever done. You just never know how someone will react when you tell them you've essentially been lying to them for over a decade, especially when it involves something they so vocally disapproved. But my mom eventually came around, and she can now talk to me about boyfriends and the like. I can see that it's still a struggle for her, but I love her to death for trying so hard. My father and I don't speak anymore, however.