No offense to you at all but your dad is a dick. I have a supportive enough family I guess, but it is only that way because of my oldest sister, she attempted at least twice during high school but thankfully failed, after the first attempt she was clinically diagnosed with depression, and the funny fact about all of this is that I was in 1st-3rd grades when this was going down so my parents kept me in the dark and still have to this day, up until yesterday when I brought it up to my mom and she was like do you want to talk about it. My mom said that, because I look like my older sister, she treats me delicately because she doesn't want me to end up like my older sister when I don't even know what she did. I hate all of it because I feel like she is only delicate with me when I seem sad or staring off into space, just the other day my mind was blank along with my face, and I was staring off into space (lol that kinda rhymes but anyways) and my mom snapped me back into reality and was like "(my name) You ok?" and I felt fine and I was ok so I just said, "yea why" and then she went back to her normal self and was like "ok go fold your laundry", and the next day I was sketching on my way to school and my dad was kind of the same way but he confronted it head on, I was sketching but  iwas staring at the same spot the whole time, I was drawing an eye, and my dad was like "hey are you ok?" once again I was like yea I'm fine, because I was, and he was like "ok because you were giving off one of those blank stares again, one of the ones your older sister would give off, you seemed depressed."  but yea they are supportive but the are supportive in a way where they want to make sure that they don't fail. But yea all in all I guess my situation is a little better but I am dead serious when I say that idea of divorce has probably come up at least once, and my parents have just kept it from us because on a weekly bases my mom will pick fights and my dad will sit there trying to explain and she just won't listen to him, and it turns into who screaming fights, this has been going on since 2 years before I moved to where I am now, and they don't even hide their fights anymore like they used to, they would go into their room and close the door, but before that one of them would tell all of us to not go near their room. My mom is extremely two-faced, and I get it I can be two, but I am in the sense that I will act happy and the second I am in the room and nobody is looking (except for my little sister she is really the only one who knows) I have break downs. I think we all just need that actual support that is given by someone who wants to be there to support, and not from someone who is there to support you to make them feel better about themselves.

I am so sorry you have to go through this. No child should go through this but unfortunately many children do and it's so disappointing! I'm sorry if this offends you but ur dad is a complete jerk! He should not treat depression as a light matter and just brush it off. I hope things get better for you and I also hope that at least ur sister is supportive. It makes me so mad that you had to go through this from such a young age and dear god I just want to kidnap you and hug you and give u some ice-cream or something! Just know that I love you, even thought I'm just a random stranger from the internet who has a love/hate relationship with ur stupid dad jokes :) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜❤️‍🔥💖💗💓

Dang. I’m sorry. Parents just suck sometimes. I don’t have a dad who ignores me or anything, but my mom gets mad at me for a lot of things. And I get it, it’s my fault and all, but when I try to have a serious conversation with me, she says, “You’re not the adult. You shouldn’t be talking to me like that.” So that makes me afraid to talk to her so I don’t. I talk to my dad, because he’s the calmer and nicer parent. Then my mom wonders why I never tell her anything and then do these “bad things” which is really just me being myself. Like she hates when I act like a goofball or do something funny in public. I don’t know why, but she does. So for a long time, I was just quiet. And so she wonders why I’m always in my room. Because whenever I get a semi-decent grade she tells me I’m failing her. Which just starts the cycle again. So, all in all, parents suck sometimes. (Or most of the time)