Well, they didn’t take it lightly at first.
I told them via a letter, like many other people. I come from a family where anything personal really isn’t encouraged to be spoken about – especially to your parents so I felt this was the easiest way.
I also had the support of my therapist at the local children’s hospital where I was being treated for gender stuff and depression. She arranged a meeting with my Mother, Father and myself alongside her to be able to mediate and answer any questions.
Long story short, that day was very emotional and it took them a good 3 years for them to fully get over the fact that I’m nothing more than thier son.
It certainly helped that once I began my medical transition at 18, I also moved states to be with my now Wife and Son. The next time they saw me, I had significant facial hair, a much deeper voice and no one could mistake me for anything other than a man.
Now, they adore thier Grandson with all thier might, adore the shit out of my Wife (think they like her more than me! haha) and every single time I visit it just gets better. My Dad is getting older now and absolutely loves to employ me to do the heavy lifting jobs and “strong” things. He loves to brag about x, y and z that I’m doing/have done. Has told me several times he is so very proud that I am his son. Everytime he see’s me slouching he takes me aside and says “I know you had that shit on your chest before, but you don’t now. Stand up straight, you’re good looking bloke!”.
It’s really, really good.