Since my wife passed away just over two years ago I've been back in the closet as far as family goes. I've been fearing the moment that I might be hospitalized or something and my adult kids have to go into my closet and see all my girl stuff. I've been seeing a counselor, building the courage and looking for the right time and today it happened.
It was nearly a non-event. She is fine with it and says that she and her brothers had known for a very long time (something I suspected and hoped for) and were only wondering when I'd share it with them. We had a good discussion and it feels like a big weight has been taken from my shoulders. There is still a lot to go over and more face to face time with her brothers, but this was an amazing start.
You have to love the younger generation and understand that it was probably a good thing you didn't kill them when they were teenagers.