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Alrighty. I've pretty much suffered from anxiety and depression all my life. I was six years old when I started generally self-injuring, and ten years old when I started cutting. Another thing is that I tend to hear and see things that aren't there. My parents know about my anxiety and depression, but not about the SI or the hallucinations. I've also attempted suicide more than once. They found out about one of my suicide attempts at one point, and considered sending me to a psychiatric ward, but decided against it. Finally I told my mom I wanted to talk to my doctor about it, and she's like "Yeah, okay." So we went to my doctor eventually and my mom starts going on about how I've been coughing lately and how my stomach has been hurting, which is NOT what I thought I was going to the doctor for. So I told my doctor, "I have really bad anxiety." He looks at my mom and she shrugged and he said, "Well, you're a teenager, it'll pass." Then he prescribed me medicine for my throat and for my stomach, neither of which actually hurt ._. I asked my mom to get me a therapist and she and my father both said that there's no way in hell they'd send me to a shrink. I take online classes and don't go to a regular school so I can't even see a school counselor. I'm just stuck. I don't know what else to do since my parents and even my doctor won't listen to me.

try sitting them down the same way you would if you were about to break up with a freind/bf/gf or to telll someone that their dog died. if you have any siblings sit them down to and say. "we need to talk"

whenever i toold my mom about my cutting it just happened to be a really long time since i had lst done it. i also had told her about to write love on her arms and at church i told my bishop who told my mom (that i was depressed not about cuttting) so after she had seen it later that night she walked into my room and asked about cutting. (she didddnt even know what it was or that so many teens had done it) she asked if i did it and i said yes and showed her my scars.

youre situation might be different, i was really lucky because my mom had the same bipolar disorder as me.

but you still just have to tell the dark stuff, explain that you need help, why, how serious, and what could happen if you didddnt get help, what almost already happened, the voices, the hallucinations, everything.

the hardest part is being afraid of the reaction. let them react however, but dont let it sway you any other direction except forward. if they do not belive you need help; show them youre scars, maybe a poem or journal entry, and maybe tell them more about the voices (what they say or do) or hallucations. (what they are of, how often they come.. maybe instead of saying "all the time" be more specific like "every two or three days, every other week etc")
if they say you dont need a thrapist
ask them something "why would i want to make you guys get me help if i was okay and i thought i would get over it? how many kids do you know that ask if thaey can see a therapsit for fun." if they say something about it being a teen phase say everything about how you started a six and ten.


hopefully this helps.
best luck

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