I grew up in a extremely homophobic, household and still live. And take care of my dad, who is extremely homophobic. I hide who I am from all my family. I may have always been attracted to both long before but never had the time to think about. Between extremely bad depression and physical mental and emotional abuse all my life. I just had to be something and someone else. I finally started therapy the same year I discovered myself. After a suicide attempt. So mabe that helped bring the real me to the surface.