But even if I'm at a better place now, I realized this weekend that the stigma I have over this illness still exists. There is still a real fear of being judged. I might be light years more accepting of who I am, but I still don't know what to do with this hand that I've been dealt. At least now I'm worried about people whose opinion does sort of matter in my life, not just random strangers and acquaintances. The Frisky: So I'm Engaged: Meet The Parents
I realize no one is really as perfect as they look on paper and if it wasn't my depression that worried the parents, it would probably be something else. And I know if I ever do feel judged, I can eventually prove to them again that I'm still the great girl who's in love with their son. But I really, really don't want to worry about whether that day will come.
Did I do the right thing by telling my boyfriend's parents that I have depression? Tell me what you guys would have done.
Written by Jessica Wakeman for The Frisky.
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