Yesterday I touched the topic again. But I didn't had much, to say to truth.. all because of embarrassment...I didn't ask to start going yet. But I think that my mum now has understood that I have serious intentions. She seems to see nothing 'strange' in my wish to go...probably the problem is all 'created' by me :/ But every time that I talk about it I miss the courage and I don't arrive to say clearly that I want to go. Maybe also because, however, I'm a bit anxious also at the idea to talk to a therapist, also if I know that he/she would help.
Well, another little step is done. I can't believe that I'm doing it.