A while ago, I was passing notes with my girl-friend. (I shall say girl-friend, and guy-friend. I only mean relationships when I say boyfriend.)
And one of the papers that we wrote on many times, I put in my notebook, only to have it fall out today. And on it was me complaining about being called queer or gay and all that good stuff.
And, my teacher apparently walked by, picked it up, read it, and recognized my handwriting.
I was okay with that, except that she felt the need to mention it.
She told me she needed to talk to me. Then she talked about how she was worrying about my safety, and she wanted to make sure I was okay. I assured her I was, and she told me to talk to her if I needed to.

I am glad that she was trying to help me, but that was not the way to do it. The world is more homophobic than I would wish, and homophobia stresses me out sometimes.
However, her making a big deal about this raises my stress levels to near coronary levels.
I don't see why often why when adults learn about my gayness they feel the need to mention it. It solves nothing. She was well intentioned, but well intentioned stupid people started the Iraq war.

I would much rather her have the reaction of my awesome orchestra teacher, whom just learned about it, then just treated me exactly the same. That is exactly what I want.