I told my parents after at least 16 long years of suffering in silence with depression and thoughts of self harm, when I was younger I attempted suicide twice via my wrists but failed. All of these pent up feelings of loneliness, depression, anxiety and rage and I never shared it with anyone. I sought help via my gp and that was about it. My recovery started about two years ago however after a huge relapse before Covid kicked in this year I wanted everything end. My choice was CO but other factors made me push forward, I sought additional medical help and nearly ended up in hospital but I thought it was time to share this with my parents. Well, my partner actually told them because I was just lost but I felt like they had a right to know. I blamed them for a lot of my mental instability and still do. I felt like they had to know what was silently killing me inside and how they had been so ignorant to it over the years, I needed them to know how far down the pit I was and that they didn't have the foggiest idea.
Anyway, I told them, they offered a little support and concern which lasted a few weeks and that was it. I just think this stigma around suicide and depression just can't be accepted or understand within the older generation, I am no means speaking for all by the way, so it just gets brushed underline the carpet. Anyway that's my feelings and story and I can't wait to read everyone else's views and opinions. I might post next week about the stigma behind suicide and what people don't actually understand. Love to you all