[The Fox & the Hound]

While I haven't told anyone yet, I bet most would be judgemental, maybe a few would care, or say they have been though this before.

What about you?

[20broken17]

My best friend was going through some of the same issues so she understood and was there for me. However, my other friends stopped taking to me. They distance themselves from me. It took over two years to start talking to them again

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[Onward2wards]

Most of the time I've opened up to people I have been amazed at how much they can relate and how supportive they are. There have been a few exceptions.

[StarStrike]

My dad acted like a total jerk towards me. "What have you got to be depressed about? You have everything. There are people a lot worse off than you!" Those words came from the mouth of a man who forced me out of the only home I ever knew because he sold it to move in with my soon to be step mother. I'm not religious, but I'm pretty sure she's the devil. My friends all acted really supportive. My brother is amazing. He does so much for me. He's supportive, never gets mad at me when he catches me reaching for the first aid kit. Has to put up with my nonsense (I've got into arguments with him over a cat he can't see but I can, when its okay to throw clocks etc), he even does all of the housework because I'm in an eternal state of not having the energy to live. Anyway now it's gotten to the stage where my dad is blaming my brother for me being the way I am. I've never been normal. Up until I turned eleven I believed I was dead. I believed I was just a ghost. I could have been hit by a car with the number of times I've ran out in front of a moving vehicle. But they always stopped.

[littlemiss44]

I lost a few friends when they found out. It really sucked. Now I'm over it but it's still hard to find good genuine friends who give a hoot about me. I'm always going out of my way for friends and those ones are true blue. I wish I had more friends. Makes me sad.

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[Curupira]

The part of my family that knows didi not take it well. On the up side, my husband is very supportive, and I have a few friends who understand.

[smmath]

My friends and teachers have been very supportive and it amazed me how many people have said I can text them whenever when the hear about my struggles.

[gloamingone]

My "friends" left me. But that's ok. I know they weren't the real deal. They were just people I used to hang out with. I'm much happier without them!

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[angryworld]

9 times out of 10 when my mood turns dark I get tossed out faster than a soggy diaper.

1 in 10 will at least ride it out with me.

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The people that I've told have been understanding but I choose who I tell very specifically. Generally though I go by the policy of "it's none of their business" so I don't tell them. But yeah, I mainly go to people who I know will be at least a little supportive. Until I have a solid foundation of people who care and then try telling people that I don't care as much about.

Either with pity or ignorance.

Some people say they'll be supportive, but I always feel too vulnerable and insecure when talking to people about my depression, afraid that they won't want to deal with it and won't like me anymore.

[Avatar10]

My family and closest friend are very supportive. The rest either don't know, or don't really care.

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[pudica]

It was while i was still in school. Friends just tried to cheer me up saying things let’s go shopping and watch a movie. I didn’t expect them to understand how i’m not just feeling a little sad, didn’t expect anyone normal would understand how i feel but i appreciate what they were trying to do and they made going to school bearable. I miss having friends like that. It’s only after they found out i’m taking meds that they think i’m weird and something’s wrong with me. Parents were angry and frustrated. Mom spent a lot of time in her church group praying to god for me convinced that demons are causing the depression, wish she would just spend the time with me instead.

[Avatar10]

Hi Pudica, I think if I ever told someone at my church what I'm going through they would also think it's a demon related situation. So sad they are ignorant of what depression is from a medical standpoint. I am sure your mom's efforts are well intended, and I believe in God, prayer, etc. But people who have never suffered from this medical condition cannot wrap their heads around it a lot of times. And I agree with you in that your mom's presence would be so valuable. Maybe if you tell her just like you told us today she'll be right there for you . I'm a mom myself, and would do it if it was my daughter

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[ToeJam]

My parents didn’t really give it much thought until I took the plunge and went all out while at University. My dad handled it like a champ, which surprised me and was the one who (while 100 miles away on the phone) alerted the emergency services and got me a trip to hospital whilst at the same time dealing with someone who was very confused and in a dangerous place (he tricked me by saying he had to call back while he changed his phone battery).

Oddly enough it brought us closer together as up to that point we had barely spoken in 3 years.

In recent years I have tested the water and been very careful with sharing… paying note to the person I’m dealing with in regards to their temperament, attitudes and level of compassion (if any).

Been burnt on occasion… but as I don’t really share at all.. it hasn’t happened that often.

Took my wife about 9 years till she was able to get her head round it.

[dandylin]

I don't tell anyone. My immediate family knows. The one woman I did tell, told me that a Novena prayed made her all better. People really don't want to know. My dh even throws it back in my face from time to time. I already feel fragile enough most of the time, having someone react negatively would just make it worse.

[mulan]

I didn't have any sort of reaction. I think I really didn't tell it to anyone, I didn't need to. Not using the words: I'm sick, I'm depressed.
My family got worried about be and dragged me to a medical office, before I had a word to say about that. And recently, as I didn't get better that time (4 years ago), and I didn't want to describe my list of symptoms, I just said I wasn't feeling good. And they were more pleased I told them somethings about the way I was feeling, than if I hadn't told.
Indeed the hardest part was start to explain my self, I even got slap because of that.
But as they thought I was a selfish person, who didn't care about anything or anyone, it was much better for them and for me to find out that Iwas sick and it was not my fault...I get somehow a ok.. reation. But my father was very supportive. The hardest part was to start in a way they could understand me.

Everyone I've told - - family, husband and friends - - have been extremely supportive, although I don't believe they truly understand what it's like because they've never been there.