If I could be honest, being furry has brought a little stress into my life.
When I came out as gay, I never really suffered disfavor from those I cared about. I put up with a few jerks at school, that was it. It was such a minor event in my life, that I expected coming out as a furry to be just as minor. But when I told my friends, many of whom I've known for years, I was met with skeptic looks. If I read them correctly, their opinion was that I was still their good friend... I was just being immature and delving into the wrong sort of hobby.
I can't say I've suffered actual discrimination. And if a stranger or acquaintance decided to insult me over it, they'd find me laughing. But the idea that my dear, longterm friends would wave off my newfound purpose in life as "a passing bout of eccentricity", really threw me for a loop.
That said, discovering furrydom suddenly put the pieces of my puzzle together for me. It was an "Oooohhhhhh...." moment. It hasn't changed my behavior... I still meow, and bite people, and think horses are sexy, like I always did. But now I know why.