Because of my age and that I live a way from my parents and see them rarely, things're slightly different for me.
All through my childhood and teens they knew something was wrong, but did nothing.
When I was in my early 30s I knew I needed help, and things have progressed from there.
But I didn't tell my parents until the circumstances kind of opened it up to be safe. They knew I was in therapy before, but until I opened up to them they didn't know I was on anti-depressants and have been diagnosed with long term major depression.
However they don't know about my Complex PTSD diagnosis. Partly because they're part of the cause of it... Neither do they know I've hurt myself periodically. Though they do know my eating is/has been erratic.
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