Growing up with not a care in the world. Living my best live in kindergarden, playing with cars, blocks and also playing dress up with heels and everything. Nothing out of the ordinary for my childish mind.

After the same careless middle school, high school started and the carelessness faded. The bullying about being gay started and opened  a lot of hard times. Hearing people accusing you of being gay before you even know it yourself is quite hard and planted a idea in my head that it was something bad. So you try to hide it.

During high school I also visioned myself having kids later on and therefore I should fit into the norm of having a wife. With no reference whatsoever I started studying and becoming more and more unhappy with the thought of possibly being gay. The fear that people where right and the possibility of not having children frightened me so much that from the age of 12 till 24 I completely abandoned myself and pushed away the thought of being gay.

When I failed my study I began a new study and found myself questioning everything around me. Could i like boys after all? And what about my dreams to become a father. When time passed in the next two years I explored and grew as a person, accepting after all that it was okay to be gay, it would still be possible to become a father and that happiness could exist. I wrote my family a letter explained it all and came out as gay! It really felt, how ironic for this amazing car brand, that after that the brakes of my life were let go. I immediately felt free and never felt happier. With turning 32 the quest of becoming a father continues but most of all happy to leave behind the years of doubt and  questions.

Everybody should life their lives and love whoever they want to love.