That's actually the reason I quit going to therapy in the first place. Last therapist I told I got put on a watch list, for a start. Then (because I was still going to school), my counselor found out and next thing I know, there's APD, BCFD and ABQ Ambulance there to haul my *** to the hospital. I haven't talked about it to any therapist since. Only reason I got taken again was because my friend walked in while I had the barrel end of a shotgun in my mouth.
I'm finally going back to therapy, though. Next Monday. I'm going to see if, even though I can't tell them about me being suicidal, if they can assist with the smaller things that don't really help my situation. Might as well try and fix something, right?