I never asked for it, but it was recommended several times whenever I was forced to see school counselors. My parents did not think fondly of mental health professionals though, and didn't want to admit to themselves that there could be a problem. They pretty much just wanted me to 'get over it.' I had to admit I was suicidal (and be in college and sound pretty good otherwise) before my mom really opened up to the possibility of me getting help. And that was after years where I'd had severe mood swings, gone months without leaving my room and failed entire semesters, talked about seeing demons, etc. My dad still doesn't know.