I told this girl I like that I have depression. We were getting on so well; both confiding in each other.
She couldn’t have backed off any more. I guess the stigma is alive and well!
At first I was annoyed at myself for telling her. Now I’m disgusted that someone can act as if I’ve an infectious disease. I explained that some days I’m perfectly fine and other days, I just need my space. But I’m still a broken person to her.
In future I’ll be up front about it so women have their ‘out’ and we don’t get attached to each other first. People fucking suck.
vacantpenguin 
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