I never really thought I would be given the chance to share my story. In my eyes I’ve never really called it a story because in reality, I only told two people in my life. Those were my two best friends. Well, I said were because as I grew, we all went to our own separate lives.
Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tasha Collins. Well, Natasha Collins, but people call me Tasha for short. Anyway, I’m 35 years old and I have a husband. So far we’ve been married for about one-and-a-half years and he accepted me being bisexual with no argument or nothing.
Now, one thing about me is I’m very spiritually awakened. I grew up in a family that was religious, so therefore, I never really got the chance to tell anyone in my family that I was bisexual. I basically have hidden it all of my life. It was hard growing up especially not being able to tell anyone or to even admit it to your own self, so I struggled. I knew something was wrong with me because I was different. I had a cousin who raised me like I was a little boy, and in my eyes I thought I was a boy even though clearly I saw I am a female.
Anyways, when I was in high school, I always dressed up like a tomboy. I tried to dress up like a female. I even tried to like it, but it just didn’t feel right. I felt comfortable in boy clothes and I never could figure out why.
But then there came a point when I decided to tell my two best friends. One cried and the other one was worried that I might hit on her. Oh, by the way, one is a boy the other is a girl. Anyways, fast forward to the present.
As of now, I’m married and have two step kids and I’m struggling trying to figure out exactly who I am. What I mean by that is I finally accept the fact that I’m bi. I have told most people, but to admit it to yourself and to be proud of it is a different story. So now, I finally accept it, admit it, and I’m proud of it.
Last year my stepdaughter came out and told me she was gay. Well, she is, not was! LOL! So now I have somebody I can talk to about it and to help her be free about it and express herself as much as possible since I didn’t have the chance to have someone talk to me about it when I wanted to be free and talk about myself.
So anyways, there is my story. I accepted that I’m bisexual. My husband accepted it. His family accepted it. Even my daughter accepted it, but like I said I’m still trying to figure out what I like and what I don’t like because throughout the majority of my life, like I said, I faked being somebody that I wasn’t and now since I finally have the chance to express how I am, I finally get the chance to be somebody that I couldn’t have been all along.
I’m really glad I got a chance to share my story with Only Human. I’m really happy that I ran across this site and to know there are other people out there like us. We all have one another no matter who we are, what color we are, or what race we are.