The kids were so mean. They called me 'gay' and other names like that. They told me to go die in a hole and that nobody would love me, that I would die alone. They told me I was worthless. I was diagnosed with depression and tried to self-harm. 

At first when people found out I was bisexual, they just thought I was in denial about being gay. I started to like another boy around my age. It wasn't easy... he didn't want anything to do with me and didn't want to talk to me after finding out that I liked him. That was the hardest part. Luckily I've had very supportive friends, but my family still don't know. 

It's really difficult to talk about, especially if you aren't heterosexual. At school, I could never get changed in front of other girls without getting really nervous. I distanced myself from other people because I was worried about what they would say. My father thought I was lying and just trying to be 'cool'.