i watched it on a plane recently - cried buckets. was glad others around me were sleeping. i actually envied the main character - he had friends and support and figured it out so much earlier than i did. and his family was there for him.
then i watched another movie that helped make me feel better - "The Odd Life of Timothy Green." it is a fantasy - sweet and sad too - but in a nice way. i cried over it, too, but it was healing tears. i recommend both.
"the scariest thing about abuse of any shape or form, is, in my opinion, not the abuse itself, but that if it continues it can begin to feel commonplace and eventually acceptable."
- Alan Cumming, "Not My Father's Son"