my dad and i got into an argument just a few months ago and i told him how i felt like a burden to him and my mom and i'd happily kill myself if they were so unhappy with me. i'm assuming he talked to my mother about it as now they always blame each other for making me depressed when they argue. the only thing he directly said to me was: "Are you really depressed because of me?" to which i said no, and he moved on. he didn't even question my mental health at all, he just didn't want anything to be his fault
when my best friends at the time found out, they felt i was too depressing to be around, we argued for an hour and they just told me they decided they didn't wanna be around me anymore. looking back at it, i'm glad they protected themselves, i don't wanna bring them down, but damn that hurt in the moment. all they really told me about my suicidal ideation was "only lonely people commit. you're not lonely. when *i'm* sad i just think about my friends and i feel okay"
this honestly felt so stupid, especially since they knew my cousin CTB just a few months before and wasn't (physically) "lonely", but i get where they came from too
the only other time someone knew/thought i wanted to die was a few years ago. i was in a similar place i am in now, and my friends and teachers were noticing it. long story short, my friends didn't really say anything to me but went and told the school nurse they were scared, which just led to me sitting in the social worker's office trying to convince her i was not suicidal, nor did i have an ed (this hypothesis came from the nurse). she scheduled an appointment with me and i just never went