I remember when I came out, though not exactly my age at the time. I'll say early forties. I was on the rollercoaster ride and it was headed down very quickly. I was at that point where my depression was at its lowest and I had just made the decision to go on living, to at least try. I called home and my mother answered. I was crying my eyes out, rocking back and forth, and told her I had something important to tell her. The very first thing she asked me was "are you gay" and I said I wish it were that simple. Then I briefly explained to her that I'm a woman inside. She had indicated that she wasn't surprised and our conversation went on briefly. Later I learned from my sister, whom my mother spoke to about it, that my mother had hung up the phone and cried. She was, as were my three sisters, totally supportive of me. The relief I felt that night was so overwhelming and helped me get that rollercoaster heading back up again. That coaster still had a few rides left, but eventually things became somewhat more manageable.
