Hey Pandas, What’s One Thing You’ve Never Shared With Your Parents? (Closed)

Sorry to bring the mood down here but the one thing I have never told my parents, is how very very close I was to unaliveing myself in my early twenties due to severe depression. I remember it vividly. I woke up January 25th and went to work, just going through the motions and had basically already decided that I was done with everything and had basically planned to just go home and that'd be the end. On my way out of work a colleague stopped me and asked me if had anything planned for the night as the next day was Australia Day and he was having a party and wondered if I would like to come. I went home and thought about it, decided to go to the party instead of doing what I had originally planned to do that night. I still have the depression but I am here and will turn 40 in about 3 weeks. But I'm taking this little secret to my grave.

When I was in fourth grade, whenever we had recess, me and my ex-friend (I'll call him O) would fool around near the teachers. We weren't trying to screw around with them, O and I were well-behaved, just in their vicinity and they didn't really mind. Although, one of them, the social studies teacher, kept trying to touch us. Like, pat us on the arm or something like that. It was weird and I felt unnerved but didn't think much of it. A few weeks later, he left the school for another job someplace else and we put him out of our minds.

Turns out he was a pedophile. I still never told my parents but I remember it very clearly and wish my little 10-year-old self had acted differently.

When I was a 9 I used to watch these morbid horrible videos about horrific ways people had died

There are many things I did not tell them.

I found out when I was in my twenties that I had another sister, dad's daughter who was a few years older than me. She unfortunately died before I got a chance to meet her. I honestly still don't know how to feel about it. It makes sense, my dad has a lot of kids with a few different women, and also certain events from my childhood made much more sense. I'm sad I never got to meet her and that she had died, but then again I didn't know her. It's just a messed up situation

My dad was adopted but refuses to learn who his biological parents are. In snooping and doing some heavy research, I found them, my grandpa died of and overdose bsfors my dad was born and my grandma put him up for adoption and killed herself by purposely overdosing. I never told my parents that, espically when me and my father have struggled severely with substance abuse.

That im not cis haha