I will never, ever, share the fact that I've finally gone to get diagnosed and to therapy with my family. Ever. I will also never tell anyone who could even potentially tell them. It would be absolute hell - my family would hold it over me and it would be thrown into my face at every possible opportunity, for you see, none of them are diagnosed with anything so I'm the crazy one. Of course... if they were to ever go to a psychiatrist and be honest about themselves... there would definitely be a lot of issues and I'm sure they would be diagnosed with something too.

I'm always really scared when I disclose things to friends. For the most part, they're supportive. But not others.

When someone shows me that they aren't accepting... I don't really even need support, I just need some acceptance and understanding.... then I'm basically gone. Mentally and emotionally I have checked out of that relationship. I can maintain appearances and can maintain shallow friendships... but those people get nothing at all that they could possibly hold against me.

Trust issues much? Oh yes. I have trust issues.

And good for you for joining a gym! I've got too much fear around it and being judged. My family lives in an entirely different province and I am STILL worried!