My parents learned the truth when I was about 2 years old or so and they got baptized when I was 4.
They came from Ukraine from the former Soviet Union and I was born months after they came to Brooklyn.
They started studying with a sister who was American and joined the first Russian group in Brooklyn.
My brother was born when I was 5. We moved to Staten Island when I was 8 or 9.
Ever since I was 14 or 15, I realized an attraction to guys.
Of course, I kept on putting it off as a phase or an "everyone feels this way" excuse.
And yes, I had lots of crushes on guys, but I didn't tell others because it was hard to face the facts.
Around 18 years of age, we were having our family study and my Dad said that if a person even has gay thoughts then they can't be a pioneer, etc.
And he was an elder and a Coordinator of the Body of Elders.
I got depressed and cried for days and eventually this got me to feel the need to tell someone about it.
I told my 14 year old brother (the other younger one is 7) about it because he keeps his mouth shut all the time.
He didn't react at all really. Eventually I felt like I had to tell my pioneer mom about it (by the way, I've been pioneering since 18 years of age due to knowing that that would be the only reason why my Dad would pay for my college education).
She reacted with mixed feelings of denial, also attacking me and making it look like I'm disgusting, immoral, this and that...
Eventually I told someone my age about this in my congregation, as he was also a neighbor of ours. He was a bit more feminine acting, though I wasn't sure if he was gay or not (though the sisters had their rumors) (I'm more of the masc type it seems). So I came out to him because a) I had made fun of him acting that way before in a more defensive move to make myself look good and to dispel any possible doubts on the behalf of others and b) because I was thinking that maybe he would open up to me about his own sexuality.
Well, my plan failed. He was into girls (supposedly) and told me to tell my Dad and the elders. I told him that it was my business.
Then he kept on continually calling me even after he moved out to Florida telling me to call the elders. Ugghh... what a fucking jerk...
Eventually my mouth slipped while talking to my Dad and he found out that I got into a disagreement with Tim because I blocked him on AIM and Facebook.
He kept on pressuring me as to why I did so and it came to the point that he was going to ask my former friend himself. So I told him.
He didn't react too badly (though occasional emotional outbursts, especially from my Mom at times) until he found my posts of Ask MetaFilter.
Some of these posts online showed some pro-LGBT views that I have, my views of the WTBTS, and the idea that I would like to move out someday so that way they wouldn't constrict me as much.
My Dad since he is the Coordinator of the BOE, talked to me about this stuff, including a personal lecture at home to me about masturbation, and gave this material to two other elders in the congregation.
They talked to me in our house and just pushed their propaganda up my ass, so to speak. They didn't really demean me.
They wanted to talk to me again on Friday and we mostly had a conversation advising me not to move out to my uncle's house (because it wasn't a spiritual environment) which was a plan that I was hoping would materialize. I talked to my uncle the day he came to pick me up (by the way he lives in Brooklyn and I live in Staten Island) and he said that since he wants to be able to bring girls over, that I can only stay for a week.
Now the elders found out about this through my Dad and that I'm only staying for a week and they called me here at my uncle's house because they want to talk to me on Thursday here in Brooklyn at the Kingdom Hall here.
Anyone questions to clarify anything in my situation?