Long story short, I started cutting myself when I was about 12 or so years old, and the only people who knew/know about it besides myself is my two best friends. One of them threatened to tell my parents, the other still does his best to talk me through things and calm me down. I started having suicidal thoughts about a year ago, albeit never acting on them. Meanwhile, my parents have no idea about any of this, due to me not wanting to disappoint them, I guess.
Recently, one of my best friends who helps me through this all has been trying to get me to tell my parents about it, since I just relapsed again and he’s getting worried about me, *sigh*. The thing is, how would I even start that conversation? “Hey, Mom? I’m pretty sure I’m depressed.” ?? It makes me seem like I’m asking for attention, which I’m not. I want help, not pity or attention and ughgug. Both of my parents are busy with work and taxes and such and I don’t want them to have another burden. Also, I already have to go get checked out at the doctors for some thing and I don’t want it to seem like everything is wrong with me. uuughhh