Once in entire lifetime and it was utter garbage. The country had no dedicated line for LGBTQ+ people active, so the transgender activist community directed us to a hotline for suicidal teenagers or something, which was also not a mobile line, and after picking it up and confirming this specialist is not trained in supporting queer people specifically I hang up. The call thus lasted less than a minute. I wasn't suicidal at the time, though, just in severe distress over legislation about to pass that would be impacting me and needed someone to talk to and I had no friends (because autistic and didn't yet know it, and met many rude queer people who thought of me as clingy, creepy or whatever, as if this wasn't a hard time for all queer people).
There were other times I was referred to hotline but didn't need it, for example, when I got kicked out of the house and had to live in motel. Queer activists I was in contact with suggested I call a hotline which was then functioning, BUT I didn't need it and was instead busy arranging to find a new apartment through a friend whom I didn't come out to yet (later I'd ex-communicate all prior friends due to no longer wanting to live a closet life, in retrospect this turned out to be a mistake, as you can infer from previous paragraph). I successfully moved to new apartment and didn't care less, from my perspective my mother was just a shit person, a monster rather than human being, and I didn't need any consolation over this fact as I've resolved situation anyway.