my dad actually confronted me about being kind of a depressed person ad i just slipped it out there, he took it fine, i knew he woul but at the same time it was a very tear filled experience.
then told mom and my sister was the first one to know and that wa s a horrible tear filled moment too. i wanted to tell her but i didn't know how, for my dad and my sister it was something that i was lucky enough to have come up in conversation.
later on when i came out to my friends it was sort of i just pulled them aside and told them what was up and the first few times i was kinda freaked out but after like 3 times of that it got easier and it gets easier with each time i tell someone, it's not sucha big deal, but at the same time i have been so fortunate that i have such understanding mature people around me who get it, who just want me to be happy and be who i am.