I recently told my best "friend"(She and I both feel that the word is too weak) about my AB/DL self, and I can say it went about as good as one could hope.
Our thing is to tell each other EVERYTHING...we sit and talk for hours and hours about our lives, we take every detail and analyze it, laugh about it, cry about it, everything. I've known about my AB'ness since before I met her, so every time we'd say that we do that, I'd always have a stab of guilt.
One day, I went to stay over her place (Lived together for the past 2 years) because I was feeling depressed (guess what about!) and she kept telling me how she knew me better then anyone, and that I should listen to her advice and that she loved me. I had brought my bear oddly enough(which she has been aware of for some time), and basically hugged it for all it was worth, but still had a hard time saying it. It took her about a half hour to coax it out of me, but I finally ended up telling her.
She guessed it eventually, because I reminded her of a time when she had found one of my paci's while cleaning, and never really thinking anything about it. Her reaction equated to "That's it?! That's nothing!"
She even talked alot about how she's so happy that I have something that I enjoy so much, and that she wants me to feel comfortable around her. After discussing it for a bit, she said she understood and kinda empathized.
She even tucked me in and put me to bed, which was amazing...
Just telling someone has kinda helped me accept it personally, but I'm kinda worried that I'll over talk about it and make her uncomfortable...but we shall see!
-ShyBoy(fan of the parenthetic aside)