So, when my kids asked why I wasn't home for dinner last night, my wife told them I'd gone to see a therapist. With public transit service being what it is, I was home a little after 10pm. My wife had left for work already and my kids were still awake. I took this as a possible sign that they wanted to know what was going on, even though they seemed unconcerned when I finally walked in.
So, I told them I'd gone to see a therapist about transgender issues, as I've been beginning to think I might be more MTF rather than androgyne after all.
My coming out to them was such a non-event.
My 18-year-old daughter, known here as Unconditional Acceptance, asked if I would change my name. She also asked what I would do about my voice, or if I would just be like Bernadette from The Adventures of Priscialla Queen of the Desert.
My son, who turns 21 in a couple of weeks, asked what they should call me, since I wouldn't be "dad" anymore.
That was it. No big deal.
Wow.