In the family department, I am lucky. I have only one brother and he and I finally started talking about my mother's schizophrenia and my father's abandonment when my mother died in May. Turns out he was always afraid it would happen to him - and I was always afraid it would happen to me. Instead, I have just suffered from major depression and anxiety and her death finally gave me the freedom to tell my brother this - I am on medication now and he and my sister-in-law have been totally supportive. I think they are a little uncomfortable but try not to show it. It is sorta like the elephant in the room that no one acknowledges seeing.