My mum was until the night before christmas eve. I told all to her and she was wonderful, I really wasn't expecting her to understand.
On the other hand,my Dad finally twigged about my bulimia after it had been going on for 2 years and he now thinks I'm recovered (I'm not) but he's not supportive at all. He refers to that period as "When Heidi was thin" or "when you were being silly about food" And when I said something about having used to have a problem with food he said " You didn't have a problem with food, you have a problem with throwing it up!" gah.
SO yeah, my point is, it goes both ways. I'd suggest trying to talk to your mum or dad, whats the worst that could happen? You don't have to tell them it all at once either,just a bit at a time, you never know it might improve things at home if they undrstand what your going through.
you are not alone lol, my mum and dad think im the happiest i have ever been, they just dont realise that when im alone in my room im a mess. i just got better at hiding it from them.
i also get jealous of my friends relationships with their mums cuz i wish mine was like that. it upsets me.
i have no intention of them finding out either it would make my life so much worse lol.
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that suck. i hate the fact then whenever my stupid brother suggests that im an emo and cut myself my mum and dad have big conversations about how stupid and pathetic it is. i dont admit to it and if they ever find out i swear they will disown me and throw me out.
its like stoping me find help aswell cuz im under 16 it will all get back to them
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My mum knows, but i couldnt exactly call her supportive. She just says, let me see, grabs my arm and calls me stupid. She called the school and informed them of my SH and depression. Cow
When i Od'ed in March 07 i came home from the hospital and just wanted to be alone. My dad called me a stupid bitch and still treats me like a child. He had to come see my therapist with me once because she wanted to meet my parents and he claimed that i was faking it all and was acting up for attention because everyone was focusing on my sister because she lost her baby.
I care about my Brother and Sister very much and i love them to bits but i havent told them anything. I dont tell my family anything about my personal stuff anymore. I just can't trust them.
Once my mum saw a cut on my arm and grabbed my arm and was like "whats that" but I made an excuse and I think she bought it.
Sometimes if I'm a bit low or moody she shouts at me that I need professional help. It's just an expression though, I think she'd die if I actually did seek help. When I stayed back after class to speak to a lecturer at uni, she went mental that I was discussing our private family business (it wasn't, it was my own stuff) with strangers.
I can't talk to my mum, and I don't see my dad at all. But I moved out so they're not as much of a problem anymore.
My mum knew about si when I was 16 but thinks I stopped at 17, doesen't know about anything else. Anything I tell her is usually known by the whole of south london within minutes.
The school told my mum that I si just before Christmas 2006.
She made me go to therapy, which I only went to one session of before quitting it, and then thought I'd stopped.
I clearly hadn't stopped up until a month ago, and she had no idea the whole time.
Apart from once, she saw a massive cut on my wrist and asked me what it was, and I said the dog I had been walking did it... I think she said she believed me just so she wouldn't have to go through all the stress again tbh.
We never talk about it. I don't want to though, so I guess that's a good thing.
Tonight I'm alive just to say I love you to death.
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.
My 'rents don't know either.
They found out about two years ago.
And it was awful. I told them I'd stopped.
And since then.
They think I'm fine.
So I have to be well careful that I like, hide my arms naturally.
It's always easiest in winter.
I want to go to this councelling thing that my mate gave me the number for.
But I' afraid to ring up.
In case they ring my 'rents up.
Aaah well.
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She Was Kinda Fragile
And She Had Alot To Grapple With
But Basically She Kept It All Inside....
My parents didnt know until i was admitted to a psych hospital. Now that i have been released they think i am all better which is far from the truth. They dont know that i self harm or about any of my suicide attempts. I moved out of home when i knew that i was sick to prevent them from finding out. All they have is critiscim about me being on meds, like supposedly my reactions are slower when i am playing sport. THey never talk about it and my mum has seen my scars once but she didnt say anything. I told them i am off meds just to get them off my back. They never visited me once when i was in hospital and that was for two and a half years! I get upset too when i see other peoples parents and they are so supportive. When i was an inpatient they had meetings which they called family meetings and one day i lost the plot because they kept calling it that and i was the only one from my family who was going to be present. Its nice to know that i am not alone.
