Why

If i were a patient of clinical depression, why would i want to keep it a secret?

No, i don't care about the stigma of the disease.

I just wouldn't want people to ask, "Why are you depressed?"

Because it would not be something they would understand. It would not be something they would accept.

It would be something forbidden. They would rather prefer me to be miserable rather than even admit having such thoughts.

Those SOBs.

If i were a patient...

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Or they might say "oh yeah, I totally know what that's like, last week I hurt my leg and sulked for hours". Not quite the same...
Kunwal said…
hmm...i dont get it...what is forbidden? to have such an illness? or to admit having such an illness?
Kunwal said…
and what s sob?
Anonymous said…
only the wearer the knw where the shoe pinches.even if he tell this no 1 can fell that pain what he is suffering from.so its better to not to say.
Awais said…
@ Kunwal

What is forbidden?... The socially unacceptable feelings/thoughts/desires the suppression of which leads to depression in many cases. [Of course, i'm talking of only a certain subset of all depression patients.]

SOB... Urban Dictionary
misspecs said…
Oh my god, roflmao. I'm sorry, I have to laugh, its just so familiar.

On a parallel, I have acne that is, sadly, very visible. people will go all, 'oh, i had a pimple once and I put some tea tree oil on it and it went away. Why don't you?'

Or, 'Oh, don't you do xyz?' 'You wanna try xyz.'

'Oh, Why do you have acne?' Like I friggin KNOW.

Same with depression but I can't get myself to talk about it; the SOBs might start asking me that very thing. :D
Komal said…
As soon as you tell em your xyz suffering they abruptly shoot all their medical record on your face! So typical of them...
Salman Latif said…
It's true. A familiar happening. Nothing better can be offered to intellectual contemplation of individuals when it, as a whole, is moving down a slope of intellectual decline.
Salman Latif said…
*offered by the society
Mayhem said…
This is what happens everytime.
Nobody can really understand. The only ones who do 'sometimes' just do because they can relate to you.
People are so selfish. They feel happy and thrive on the fact that they are not alone in this, that you feel that way too, even though they can't understand, even thought it's not the same.
Salman Latif said…
^^^
Sometimes it's the same. And that knowledge does, indeed, give a selfish satisfaction.