My mom went through my phone and found out I was gay before I was ready to tell her

My mom went through my phone last night. Not just glanced at it. Went through everything. My messages, my notes, my photos, all of it. When I confronted her she said she had no choice because I'd been acting distant lately. What she found was a conversation between me and my best friend where I came out for the first time. I'd never said it out loud to anyone before that. I was just starting to figure it out and I trusted one person with it. My mom read the whole thing. She came into my room that night and asked me if it was true. I didn't know what to say. That was supposed to be my moment. My words. My timing. And it was just gone. Now she wants to sit down and have a big talk about it like the conversation is going to be normal. Like I'm not simultaneously dealing with being outed to my own mother and being furious at her for going through my phone in the first place. She keeps saying she did it because she loves me and she was worried. My dad doesn't know. She hasn't told him yet but I don't know how long that lasts. I realized I was dealing with two separate things at once. Being outed before I was ready and having my privacy violated. Both were real and both deserved to be addressed. I didn't have to collapse them into one conversation or pretend one didn't matter because of the other. RESOLUTION Talking it through helped me separate the two things I'd been treating as one problem. My privacy being violated and my sexuality being outed were different issues and both deserved to be addressed. We agreed the best next step was to go to my mom and name both of them clearly. Not in an accusatory way but directly. The phone was a violation of my trust regardless of what she found. And my sexuality was mine to share on my own terms and my own timeline. I wasn't ready to have the bigger conversation yet and I didn't have to be. But I could tell her that. Going into it knowing what I wanted to say and what I wasn't ready to say yet made it feel less like something happening to me and more like something I had some control over.