when i was in highschool i broke down in front of my dad and told him i had depressionmental illness and needed help   he laughed at me told me i didnt know what i was talking about and that i needed to figure it out on my own because its not his problem  it took me years to realize how abusive that was it took me talking to friends about why i dont talk about myself or ask for help they were like bro if i ever see your dad im going to slap him  family doesnt mean love just saying