I'm definitely going to make more than one post in this thread because I have a lot to say, but I thought I'd start with the personal bit for me relating to Dan. And since I'm wordy I know it's going to be long, and I don't want to take away from anything else I have to say about Dan and these videos, or in response to something other users have said. This might be obnoxious, but it's actually been on my mind a lot lately as I've spent a lot of time trying to come to terms with myself. Dan's video was the final push tbh so...here I am lol.
This kind of starts at the beginning for me. I started watching Dan and Phil in December 2014 after months of my best friend trying to force me to watch them. I immediately fell hard into the phandom and was desperate to know everything I could about that guy who looks like Anthony Padilla and his boyfriend (because that's all I thought about them from the gifs my bff was reblogging lol). Luckily I fell in deep around the same time I was on winter holidays from school (I was 15 at the time) so I spent two weeks literally glued to the family computer watching all their videos and every single vyou I could find until the sun came up each morning. Anyway, at the time I thought I was completely heterosexual. I'm so lucky to have grown up in a household where my mum drilled into me that no matter what she would always love me, and that included being gay and the like. However, at the same time she's pretty fixated on gaydar and definitely stuck in the 80s in terms of her liberalism when she was in her 20s and very progressive for what was happening back then. She would say that she was supportive of anything but also say multiples times that she knows me (and my younger brother) weren't gay because she would know already. So great. Mum knows best right? Obviously I'm not gay. Which is great because calling everything gay at school was the popular thing to do, and despite my mum being wiccan (lmao) I was at a christan daycare where we were pumped up with a whole bunch of weird religious propaganda. Some other family shit went down as well, so basically I grew up thinking I was nothing but the most innocent, white, straight Canadian girl I could be.
Tying in to watching deppy, being able to clearly see two real men be actual super best friends and soulmates was moving to me (as my previous fandom right before dnp was troyler, this was a nice difference in the obvious of the relationships lol). And when the summer of 2015 came along and I had nothing better to do than apply for shitty jobs and be online, I spent a lot of time in the tumblr phandom. 2015 was a good year for phan. Maybe I'm biased since it was my first full year of watching them, but fuck it was great. And what was better was that despite how terrified I was of talking to people and making internet friends, people were open and nice if you were looking in the right places. You could be whoever you wanted to be, and barring some assholes, people were accepting of that with open arms. Naturally, being 16 and wondering why I never had any attention from boys and why I haven't had a crush on a boy in over 3 years (as well as being a little haunted by the accidentally lesbian Hey There Delilah music video I made for drama the previous year bc the guy who was supposed to be in the video bailed so...here comes 15 year old Moody to help that bc we need the grade!!), I started to wonder if maybe I liked girls too. And I quickly found out I did (the amount of extremely gay shit I've done my entire life is laughable, truly. It takes one person with trust and authority over you to really keep you in one place huh) and subsequently panicked because...mum was wrong?? I'm...bi?? But no...no, maybe I'm just ace? But...no my sex drive is wayyyy too high to be ace so fuck I guess I'm bi then.
So the panic with labels started. Bi didn't feel right, but I knew I wasn't straight. Pan didn't feel right either when I took it on. So eventually I settled on queer after a bunch of research and breakdowns. But everything was fine right? Because I had that accepting household and my school as pretty open about that stuff and a friend of mine came out as bi a while back, and another as gay more recently so...it's fine? Well. It was until I heard my mum talking about bi people just being confused or secretly gay (she's told this to my face a few times about a friend of mine who IDs as pan and is a drag queen) and about how non-binary people are just troublesome. So I panicked and came out very slowly to my friends. During this time I was assaulted on the bus when my friend and I were heading to the mall after school. I never said anything to anyone but my friends, and I never did anything about it until I heard it was happening to other girls too, but this woman who is clearly very mentally unstable was targeting girls on this specific bus route and calling us slurs and gross lesbians and stuff. She hit me pretty violently with her shopping bag and despite me having trained for 7 years in taekwondo and achieving a first level black belt, I did nothing. Partly because she was clearly very mentally unstable and that's why she was lashing out, but also because I was scared. I never had that happen to me before, at least not in a public space and directly at me. And the way she threw the word lesbian at me terrified me. Not to mention, I got called a lesbian in some spout of grade 5 bullying for a couple weeks so...the word was ruined for me. It meant something wrong for me personally. If someone told me they were a lesbian I wouldn't have an issue. I think that's great. But for me? Clearly it's something wrong. So I bottled that up and went on with being queer. Eventually--and this is so funny bc I mentioned this on twitter after Dan's video and so many people were in the same boat--I wrote my mum a letter about it. I basically told her I like girls too, and queer is the label I prefer and I hope that's okay.
The thing is, it went really well in the moment. Everything was great and while I still needed some adjusting, here I was, a queer girl who was living her life and trying to do so truthfully. Except...a few months after I came out my mum told me how offended she was by the way I came out. "I've always told you how accepting I am, and then you write me a letter like I'm some kind of bigot because you can't say it to my face?" It hurt. It still hurts because she recently said the same thing to me (it's been 3 years since I came out to her). And now she asks for updates on my sexuality like she's entitled to know. Because I made some gay jokes a couple times and she seemed to lose her mind over them. So I felt thrown back into being 16 and confused again. I realised very quickly with some ventures onto dating apps that I was uncomfortable dating men. I didn't want to talk to men about that kind of stuff, and I didn't romantically want to be with them. The immediate ease I felt downloading a women/gnc dating app was like a weight off my shoulders, with a touch of fear because shit...I think I might be a lesbian?
This is getting long, and is probably far too much information than anyone needs so I'll speed it up a bit lol. Basically, I've spent the last year trying to understand what the fuck is going on with me and my sexuality. I spent the first part of it feeling weird because I'm 20 now, I should have this figured out right? I'm too old to think about this right? Wrong, education system, TV shows, people in my life, you ALL failed me. I felt like a freak at 16 when I was just realising I was gay. Because every gay person knows when they're a little kid right? I felt so trapped in this, but honestly immersing myself deep into the phandom and making friends here helped me so much. It felt like when I was 16 and just trying to figure things out again; I had this space that was mine and mine alone where I could be myself and no one would judge me. In fact, a lot of people I knew were going through similar things! I was a comfort, and still is.
Now I can say with confidence that despite everything, I'm quite sure I'm a lesbian. It's the closest label I can get to with accuracy, and actually there's a difference between being attracted to someone and thinking they're attractive to look at! Who would have thunk it?! It still feels weird though, and scary. I think about that incident on the bus and when I was in grade 5 a lot. I think about the fear of presenting that video when I was 14 in drama class, and wishing I could preface it with "I'M NOT A LESBIAN BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS VIDEO I WORKED HARD ON IT". Basically I'm Gay helped me confront those feelings again, to look at them all together and find peace and comfort in myself. I haven't gone through nearly as much as Dan has, but hearing his story and his struggle with labels and relationship with words helped me so much. I like girls, and I think if I ever find my super best friend and soulmate they'll be a woman (or gnc!), and that's okay. Not being opposed to sex with a dick doesn't make me less of a lesbian, and neither does thinking that male celebrity is cute. Sexuality is so fucking complicated, and I know I'm probably not done dealing with my feelings, but Dan's video really helped me in that sense, and I'm glad to be where I am today with it because of his video.
Okay so because that was ridiculously long and no one really needs to know that much about my personal life lmao whoops (if you're reading this now, I applaud you, I'm so obnoxious) I'm just gonna briefly touch on the Daniel and Depression thing. Much like literally all of the videos on this list, I didn't expect Dan to release a video about his depression, but fuck I'm proud of him and glad he did. Due to family, genetics, socioeconomic issues, actual living conditions, and general confusion about myself, I've struggled with mental illness severely since I was about 13, but in actuality probably longer than that. Because of the nature of the shit that's gone on in my life and the other stuff that's "counteracted" it at the same time, I never thought I had a valid excuse to feel the way I was feeling. Plus, I just thought I was experiencing general teenage angst. I'll be fine! And as my mum would say "I can get over it! I don't have a reason to feel like this, it's all a matter of making myself feel better!" .-.
I did a bit of counselling in high school (which ultimately opened my horizons to it but also made me feel worse as the school counsellor can't do much in the way of diagnosis and therapy, and mine counsellor was also the mother of a total bitch in my grade so yay!!!) and did like, two sessions at the start of university, but I was stuck on that mindset of "I'll be fine! I just have to try hard enough not to feel this way!". Then Dan dropped D&D and I was like "fuck. I relate. well. what am I supposed to do now?" I spent the whole of 2018 with the intention of getting help but I never did until I really found myself in deep after I recovered from pneumonia in December and started back up at uni in January. One day I felt I surge of confidence to book a doctors appointment and the next thing I knew I was numb with the fact that I had depression, not anxiety like I always thought I did, and I was well and truly suffering lol. But I'm getting better now! And that's what matters!
tl;dr (sorry this was so long omg!!) I don't think I would be where I am in life without Dan (and Phil) and those particular videos. This phandom has given me the space and opportunity to be my authentic self unapologetically, and Dan's videos have really helped me in so many ways. I'm grateful, and so glad I fell down the rabbit hole nearly 5 years ago now
I'm loving the posts so far and will be back to reply to stuff and make more comments because boy do I have a lot to say! Keep the posts coming yall