Well, I've tried suicide many times. Even before I became an adult and my family never cared.
In my teenage years, my mother pretended to care, just to avoid being arrested and losing people's admiration. On the eve of my 18th birthday, I attempted suicide again. When I was in the hospital bed, my mother told me that she could have problems because when I tried to commit suicide I was still 17 years old and she could have complications and go to jail. And that I made her feel ashamed, because I tried to commit suicide at home, which made the neighbors' attention and many people find out. In short, she only cared about her image that was falling apart.
But I remember always being obligatorily hospitalized (I'm from Brazil). Besides, I was considered a joke and an embarrassment to doctors. Including psychologists and psychiatrists. I was also very afraid of the nurses, who treated me as if I were an object without feelings.
After I left the psychiatric clinic, much of my privacy was taken away. Because of course, my mom couldn't be ashamed again.