INTP Confession #7

I recently had a deep talk with my mom about my experience with depression. I won’t go into detail cause that would be way too long, but one thing that stuck out was when she asked why I didn’t say anything.

The truth is, I grew up with in a loving family. Not just direct family, but aunts uncles and cousins. From a young age I was constantly told that we were a big happy family, so when I developed depression, I never uttered a word about it. I knew that if they ever found out, a hole would be torn in our family. No one wants to be the one to ruin a happy family.

Don’t worry, I’m living happily now, so I can finally bring myself to talk about it.

I Accidentally Called Child Services On My Family

There was one time when I was in fifth grade when we had a guest in class who stated that if we were getting hurt at home, we should tell them immediately and they will provide help.

I had a horrible relationship with my older brother at the time and I often got hit by him. (Note that my parents did punish him for doing so, but he refused to stop) I thought that maybe these people could help, so I talked to them and showed them my bruises.

Later on my parents got a call from them. They confronted me about it and I explained that I just wanted my brother to stop hurting me. They were really upset and I didn’t understand why until they explained that those people were child services and they would take me away if they thought I was unsafe in my own home.

I cried saying I didn’t want to be taken away. They later scolded my brother and I’m not sure how he felt about the possibility of me being taken away, but I’d like to think he didn’t want that since he drastically improved his behavior towards me. About two days later, the guest came back and approached me and I assured her that I was fine at home and things were improving.

And that’s how I accidentally called child services on my family