Well- I'm very sorry, for both of you, very sad stories indeed. I guess I should share my own experiance to see if it could add any hope into the equation!
well, Ive always been called gay, puff, fag, by my brother sister, and dad. And even at school I got it, from year 5 at school, up to year 9-10. What can I say, I never had many male influences, so my manner is more of,mm, planned and acted then rather me, when im around people. I cant open up easily, and I tend to keep myself to myself, I had lots of friends, but i still just didnt show the real me. I guess, it wasnt till i accepted the fact that I was gay that it I relaxed with myself. And then, came the task of telling my best friend that i was gay, she wasnt surprised

as I may of mentioned before.
As you see, at school, since i got called gay, I guess people had there reasons, mainly my manner, as Ive said, another is I think my own thoughts, and I dont stick my head up peoples ass, and I also will disagree with those "more popular" with you, - added to my amusement in the end-
ANYWAYS- back to the story!-
she of course said it was kinda obvious and she didnt mean, due to her step brother being gay and all. the next person was another close friend, hell, she didnt care either, she was thankfull I opened up to her. And then finally...
Parents!!
I told my mother first, she said she had always known deep down, and that she needed a large drink:o! betch, i know!! well carrying on, she slowly got over it, and now, i talk to her about guys i fancy, i talk to her about my thoughts and stuff. I did the worst thing anyone could do

in a family of hate like mine.. I told my sister, she of course, at first, liked the idea

but!! when i was getting the better of her at something, and people where around, she would raise the issue of me being gay up to try to embarress me as I were her! haha- didnt bother me
I come last to my brother and father, both, unfortunetly, closed minded bastards, thats sexest, homophobic, and racist. Well,In my opinion of course. I hate them so much, I guess it isnt the comments that cut deep, its the way they wait till they have an audiance, i have never admited it to them, and never intend to, for the simple fact that I dont class them as part of my family!
The benefits of telling my mother and close friends:
I felt relieved when I did!
I could talk to people about how I felt
I didn't have to keep my feelings bottled up
No more feeling alone
No more suicidal tendancies/self harming
You see, my point is, that even if you are scared of what might happen, there is always a possibility that something good could happen, with me, i was used to the names, the abuse as it were, it was a way of life early on and to cope i hurt myself to feel something. But, when i told my mam and close friends, i felt so releaved, it was like something heavy being shared with someone else, and i think if it wasnt for those people I dont think i could of coped with the secret much longer.
hope this has helpedsome how lol, if you descifer the message within the text!