In the real world only two people- a former pen pal and good friend and my husband knew of my struggles. My husband didn't know the half of it because when I discussed it he would get irritated and tell me things like to "suck it up" or "pull your head out" so I quit talking to him. When I told him this summer I was going to seek out meds, something I refused in the past when my doctors had tried putting me on them, he got really upset and insisted I stay off them. He did finally a couple months ago suggest I see a counselor, realizing it's not going to go away unless I do something, but I have no interest in sharing my issues with anyone else in the real world. So far all it has done is hurt me.