I’m considering telling my mother about the shit that’s been going on in my head recently.
Honestly, it’s probably not a good idea, and the consequences that could result are all absolutely terrifying. But I need to do something, and I see no other options. Every road is a bad one; I just gotta pick the least bad one.
Wish me luck, my fellow ideators. Or pray for me. Or do whatever it is you do, please. I’m going to need it.
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Good luck kat. If it doens’t go well, let us know okay? We’re here for you
Telling parents can be a bad thing, they do not understand as they love you. I remember when I told my parents about everything, about wanting to kill myself, (a long time ago) and my dad said I was lying and that only people who take drugs kill themselves and my mother tried to get me locked up cause she thought I was crazy.
TBH not a good idea, also it depends on how “your” Mom would react. Its not bad to give a try though.
I stopped explaining myself to the rest of the world (but my Mom) cuz they never even “try” to get what you going through. It was too much of misunderstanding, yelling and crying in the start but she eventually started listening. She definitely does not like what she hears but stays by me quietly when I vent out. She has no answers to my problems but all I need is someone who can take some effort to see through my eyes – and she has been doing that, love my Mom.
I hope you feel better after talking to her. Good Luck!
I don’t know why, but talking with persons you have respect for never goes as planned. I think it has something to do with the images we build in our heads compaired to realistic expectations.
I remember one night, years ago, my anxiety was just off the chart and I had to talk to somebody. So I gathered up all the nerve I had at the time and called my mum and asked if I could come over.
After I had told her WAY TOO MUCH personal information, and was sitting there waiting for an answer I thought was going to make me feel better, she instead told me there was nothing that she could do and that she worked in the morning and had to go to bed.
That was probably the emptiest I had ever felt. It was also when I learned (for me anyhow) that it didn’t matter what I confessed or to whom.
The only person that could chang how I felt was myself.
Now my mum knows way tooooo much. Not all, but still to much!!!!!!!!!!
Hey why not use some of the links at the bottom of the page? There is a txt line, chat rooms, phone hot line, might be good to talk it out with someone to decide to tell the parentals or not
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