After we were done talking, when she bounded upstairs, happy as a clam, I broke down crying. Not because I was upset about her identity, but because I realized I'd told her exactly what I'd wished my parents had said.

On the converse, when I came out to my wife... it was sort of a variant of "I need some time to think about this." It took.. uhh.. two weeks or so before we both came out of panic mode.