For a Year I Thought I Was Gay

In my last post I wrote about the ritual of laying with my girls at bed time.

Well, the other night I was laying with Taylor when we started talking about boys.  I told Taylor that if she wanted to date a boy I would be okay with it.  I even offered to take them to a movie.  Her response, she is not interested in the guys she knows in that way.  I thought to myself, what if she's not interested in the boys because she doesn't like boys? The rest of our conversation:

Me:  Are you attracted to boys? 

Taylor:  Yes?  (with some hesitation)

Me:  Are you attracted to girls?

Taylor:  Well, I notice when girls are pretty.

Me:  Do you think you might be gay?

Taylor:  No, I'm pretty sure I am not.  I like boys but for a year I thought I was homosexual.

Taylor told me that for the entire year of 5th grade she thought she was gay.  She said that she noticed all of her friends were girls, she only hung out with girls and she really liked her girl friends.  She thought maybe this was what it meant to be gay. She realized she wasn't when she finally met a boy that she liked.  The feelings were different.  

A whole year and she never told me she was feeling confused about this?  I wasn't sure what to make of it.  

After she told me all of this we laughed, I called her a dork, then told her that even if she were gay I would love her none the less.  She gave me a big hug and I laid with her until we both fell asleep.