My mom didn't react well when she found out I was gay. I had to tell her eventually, and I chose to do it shortly after my twentieth birthday. I was away at college most of the time anyway, so if she reacted badly, which I knew she would, I wouldn't have to be around her to deal with it. She, like my girlfriend, started crying then blamed herself. And then she started to lecture me about how wrong it was, and how I was an abomination. I tried to explain to her that it was who I was, and she was convinced it was only perversion. After a while I just left.