When I was 15 (in late 40s now) my parents divorced and shortly afterwards my mum came out as as a lesbian and began living with another woman. Around this time I experienced my first bout of depression which I have suffered intermittently since, fell out with most of my friends and my academic grades started to bomb. Recently discovered letters from that year which made me realise these things were connected (yep, slow on the uptake!), how distressed I was (mum ran me down a lot, which I'd also forgotten), and that a couple of sympathetic teachers tried repeatedly to ask what was wrong. I did not take that chance because it felt disloyal (my parents acted like it was no big deal and I was not allowed to be upset cos they divorced amicably). I shut myself off from support and was horrible to everyone; teachers eventually gave up and social life remained pretty awful til my early twenties. DH says I am being too harsh on myself, and I am in fact in touch with both those supportive teachers, so perhaps I wasn't a total shit. But I hate myself for not opening up to them, being appreciative and getting some help, and for generally being horrible to everyone. Feel like socially and academically I failed myself.