Link – The ‘Face Of Mental Illness’ Campaign Proves It’s A Condition, Not A Halloween Costume

As I’ve mentioned before, I didn’t wait until my 40s or 50s to tell someone about my abuse, and my family found out about it in my 20s, primarily due to my roommate having to answer their questions about my mental health breakdown. I didn’t get to choose whether my parents found out, but I’m also thankful that he went ahead and had that difficult conversation with them. I needed them to know what happened so that they could be part of my life while I tried to heal my mental health. 

On the other hand, I would be lying if I said everything in the family was great after that. It’s complicated and occasionally messy.