I've never had a bad relationship with him. We have just never seen the need to be emotional with each other. More recently he admitted to not believing in depression. He is not an ignorant man, he has just never come into contact with someone with mental health problems. And to have his own daughter diagnosed must have been a shock for him. His reaction when I first told him should be in a comedy. He one arm hugged me, said he needed to go to football, whilst looking at the floor, and left as soon as he could.
Perhaps he is ignorant. Perhaps he is hurting. It might be that I just cannot see it. Either way, as much as I like to laugh at it, it effected me. The man who I had always expected to be there suddenly wasn't. He didn't even believe that there was something wrong.
It has been around two months since then. I hit a wall at uni yesterday and my step-mum brought me home. I had dinner and said I was going to bed. That was when my Dad hugged me. It doesn't sound like much, but to me it is a big step forward.
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