not sure if this is the right place to put this, but when i was 15, (two years ago) i was admitted to the ER for really bad panic attacks. they promptly gave me atavan, which made me feel so weird. it was like a legal high. but anyway, my mom was there with me, and in between trying to sing bohemian rhapsody without knowing the words, and asking the hospital staff if they were going to do any "house" things, i told my mom "girls are cute'' her reply? "I knew you were something" now she doesn't really care what my sexuality is, or who i like, as long as i'm not hurting anybody. i pretty much have free reign over my own life.