Hey all! LTL, FTP, on mobile so forgive my formatting, etc., etc. I know you’re all here for the story anyway.

For some background, I’ve been suffering from depression since high school (I’m 25 now). The symptoms have gotten worse since I moved out of my parent’s house 2 years ago, due to losing a major support system. I began seeing a therapist and taking medication to manage it, and it was going okay.

Early on, my therapist and I determined that a major stressor for me was talking to my mom about my mental illness. My mom tries to be supportive but the majority of her comments have been negative. She routinely questions/criticizes my use of medication and has told me “that I’m not trying hard enough.”

The last comment in particular really hurt me, so after some thought, I stopped telling her about how I was feeling mentally. If she asked, I would say I was okay and move on to another topic.

Until now.

Last week, I had a massive breakdown. I had a friend come stay with me for the night and scheduled an emergency session with my therapist. After a lot of talking, she strongly recommended I attend a partial hospitalization program to get me back on my feet.

I decided to attend (I start tomorrow), got everything cleared with my work and my insurance. The last thing left was to tell my mom, due to having to cancel some plans with her since I will have to be at the hospital from 8 AM to 3 PM everyday for a couple weeks.

So I called her and explained everything and she flipped the fuck out. She started ranting about “how dare I not tell her about this” and “I didn’t deserve to be blindsided by this.”

I tried to explain why I hadn’t been talking to her about this, hoping that since I talk to her about pretty much everything, including other medical things going on, she would empathize a little and back off. But was I wrong.

She immediately went off again, calling me a liar and a deceitful, merciless person, and told me how now she was going to have to go back to my grandparents and have to tell them about this after just telling them how well I was doing.

I shot back, saying that I was sure that she didn’t share all of her life with me, and how she had no right to tell me how merciless I was when there were things I know she hasn’t forgiven my grandmother for.

She hung up, and we haven’t spoken since. I know she’s waiting on me to come and apologize, but I’m not going to do that because I don’t feel I’m in the wrong here.

What do you all think? Am I the asshole?