Monday, March 30, 2009

I Came Out .Part 2

Carla's reaction was subtle. She said something along the lines of "Oh. But you're glad Obama won right?"

But then the focus went back to the elephant in the room.

Carla asked me how I had come to be undocumented, and I proceeded to explain. She said that she found this new revelation some what hard to accept due to the fact that I am so (as she put it) "Americanized".

"The system sucks" she said.

We've met a couple of times since I came out, and she always seems interested in some of the "logistics" behind being undocumented. We've touched upon everything from how I work, to relationship stuff. I appreciate the fact that she's very sensitive towards this subject and the impact it has had on my life.

She mentioned that she's met other undocumented immigrants, "but "she said, " you're the first one I met that was brought here so young; the other people I know came at a much older age and it was their choice."

Once again, "The system sucks."

After I revealed my "secret" identity, I also told Carla about the DREAM Act and what it stands for. Immediately she grasped the importance of this legislation and has become a big supporter of it.

Telling Carla the truth was a great cleansing experience for me, it liberated me from lying to one more person. There are still friends with whom I haven't been straight with, but the right time will come for them to know.

I'm not only grateful for the relief of getting this off my chest, but also for the immense support I found in my friend.


  1. That's great. I'm gonna "come out" to my Political Science professor tomorrow. He needs to know that one of his best students is a DREAMer, dammit! lol. I'm excited and nervous at the same time :).

  2. Good Luck!!!

    Let me know how it goes!

  3. Awesome, it's refreshing to have people who "get it."

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  5. I'm glad your friend had a positive reaction, epic win! And this time I'm putting my comment with the right link to my blog.

  6. when i came out, my parents told me god hated me and took me to church..

  7. i just told them 'the systems sucks..'

  8. sometimes i kind of wanna stand on a bridge or a cliff or an auditorium and "come out." it's like, "look at me, i made it this far, i'm this smart, i've accomplished _____, and i'm undocumented." slowly i pick who to tell. i've even written it in a few essays by now. good stuff.