There are 2 people in this world who know I believe I am somewhere from bisexual to gay. My therapist and my dad. My therapist was easy and didn't even react I'm sure she sees it all the time. But what really made me happy was my dad telling me that "that kinda stuff" doesn't matter to him and him repeatedly telling me he loves me (I was balling my eyes out at the time). After reading some of the stories on here about how cruel and terrible some parents are about coming out it makes me feel truly blessed and lucky to have such a wonderful family.