I went to an all-boys private school, so I those "unusual feelings" came in pretty early on for me. I have two brothers who went there too, and when they started to notice that I may not be straight (around the 6th grade) they threatened to kick my ass. Which I guess is how I ended up being one of those "hit first, ask questions later" sorta guys.
Junior year in HS, I met my first bf. He was my classmate, and after hanging out (and 'accidentally' touching) a lot, he started to call me. My parents freaked out and said only fags talked on the phone so much.
8 years later (I'm 24 now) and me and my mom are watching CNN. They cover Prop 8, and of course, when the gays talk, she disgustedly declares that people just don't follow the Bible anymore. So I snap. I tell her that nowhere in the Bible is homosexuality considered a sin, and that the problem with the world were in people who can't read past one verse. After that she just shuts up and sits on the couch. That night, she told me that I was probably right and that God loves all of us, no matter what we are. I nodded and turned away because I didn't want her to see me cry.
I'm still not 'officially' out (to my dad at least), but my family knows. They all flinch when we go to Mass and the priest starts condemning me to hell. Good times : )