I'm rather busy these months, since me and my gf will get married soon. And there's so much stuff to do.
Few days ago my father asked me why I tried to off myself when I was 18. Back then this thing really put him down. He doesn't even name it using the actual word, now when he talks about it. Back then I told him why I did it. Back then he told me that I actually had no problem, that it's not a real problem. That, with my mother;s reaction, really put me down. Back then I go to finally talk with a specialist, but he asked me to come with one of my parents. I don't know why, because I was 18 already, so I wasn't under-aged anymore. SO I asked my father, because I was closer to him, than to my mother. But he didn't want to, he only held this lecture about how I don't need to see anyone, and how I actually had no problem. In the end I didn't go to the therapist anymore. Of course I keep thinking whether I did right or wrong, I mean in connection with the way my life went afterwards. And those few days ago, I told my father that I already told him back then. But then I realized, so I told him that I wasn't in the mood to talk about it.