So my mom is currently talking about my psychiatrist and how I see someone regularly while I'm at school. She is telling this to a group of family friends. I don't know how I feel about this. I mean I'm not ashamed of my depression. Its part of who I am and I can't do anything about that but I still don't really want other people discussing it . It should be my decision who knows and who doesn't. These aren't people I particularly think need to know about my psychiatry schedule. I especially don't think my mom should be talking about it when I am in the house 2 rooms away. Maybe I am over reacting.
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