I hid my diagnosis for a year before disclosing it to my family (with the exception of my brother). I did a good job of it, and always had a good excuse. They did not understand at first, but once they had an oportunity to reflect on the past they asked how it was missed.

I never wanted to hurt my family, but at the same time I never let them help either. My dad was the hardest to tell, mainly becasue I always saw him as person who could manage it all, and I did not want to be a dissapointment.

Hang in, and I suspect that you are probibly where they are most secure. Especialy since dad does not get it. Which is no surprise in my book.

Good luck, and listen to what your children are trying to say by acting out.

I wish you well.