I would say that I've only been worrying about the fact that I might be gay, or at least not straight for a little over a year at this point, but that might not be completely accurate. I think that I have only begun to take it seriously since then, but there was a time or two before that when I was worried. I don't remember exactly when this happened, but I think I was around 16 or 17. One day I woke up early in the morning from a dream that had me worried I was gay. At the time I was still somewhat religious, and the thought that I might be gay freaked me out big time. It sounds silly, but I felt like this dumb little dream triggered a full on crisis. It was a Sunday morning and I remember that my family and I were on the way to church when I finally managed to convince myself that it meant nothing, of course I wasn't gay. Initially, I remember feeling panicked and confused, but I fairly quickly (within two or three hours) convinced myself that it was just a stupid dream. I still realize that dreams may not mean anything, especially ones like this, but this is just something I have been thinking about recently so I figured I'd make a post about it and see if anyone else has any input. If I remember correctly, after I convinced myself it was nothing, I stopped worrying about it for a while. There was one other time though, I'm not exactly sure when. It could have been a few days later, or maybe even a couple of months later. I can pretty distinctly remember this for some reason. I was driving around and for some reason the thought popped into my head, "Maybe you're gay, or maybe you're bisexual." I can super distinctly thinking to myself "Well, if I am bi, I'll just have to find a girlfriend." The reason I thought this was because the idea of having to come out to my Catholic family was just too much, and it still is I suppose. I guess I figured if I was bi I could just find a girlfriend and no one would ever have to know. But now I'm not so sure that I'm interested in having a girlfriend anymore. So I guess that is the story of the first time I briefly questioned my sexuality. It might not mean anything, but I figured it might help just to get it out there. I never thought of it as a very significant event, but it's been on my mind a little bit, and I've never really talked about it before. Though lately, I've been starting to wonder if it was some sort of early sign that I might not be straight.