Before you've even left the hospital, everyone starts offering their own supposed pearls of wisdom on what you should/should not/must not ever even contemplate doing when it comes to child-rearing. Be it your first or your fifth child, often, we just don't want to hear your thoughts unless we ask.
Somewhere between childhood and my teenage years, I realised something: I wasn't straight. Eventual marriage to a man began to look less likely. Later I'd realise that my queerness was fine, great, even, but it'd take a while.
"How will you know?" she asked. He looked at her and smiled. He had a way of taking her prisoner with those direct, frank, blazing blue eyes, making it impossible to look away. "Oh, I dunno," he replied, "intuition, I guess."