When I was growing up i was always the weird kid I was to never good at sports although I was very big for my age. No one ever wanted to sit by me at the lunch table and i was always picked last for everything. When I turned 10 I came out to my family as gay and that opened up something i really didn't want to open. My big brothers disowned me because they said my mom didn't have any girls so they know I wasn't one of there brothers. My mom thought i was going through a phase and my grandmother cried and told me she had went wrong with me somewhere. When I started middle school I think I had some kind of curse because I was always getting beat up by the upper clansmen and being called fags homos and some other stuff that I don't want to repeat. i went home and everything resumed with my family hatred. I had no one to turn to at all I was just a huge target not only for my peers but for my family also. I survived because of one teacher who helped me get into a LGBTQ program and I found out that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Now I want to devote my time to helping others but i don't know how i can do that with no money but I will try