I regret sharing as much as I have about my mental illness with my family. Sadly, as much as we love and respect each other, they (husband, children, sister) just don't get it. Practically every time my (adult) daughter disagrees with me she tells me she's very concerned about me and that she feels I need to talk with my pdoc. It gets damned annoying and at this point I feel like I can't be myself with her.