I have found it tricky telling people that I have depression. Particularly those close to me, such as my Dad and brother. But I have told them. My brother is also dealing with depression and I thought it would be easier to talk to him about it. Maybe my choice of when to tell him could have been better. I chose to tell him in the kitchen at his daughters birthday party. I didn't quite get the reaction I was expecting, not that I knew what I was expecting. He shouted across to his wife (also dealing with depression) that I had "...joined the club...". I supposed I would have appreciated a little more discretion, but there you go. I thought that my Dad had heard this going on, but he hadn't. So the other day I brought it up in case he found it hard to talk about. He said he hadn't heard what was said at the party and he understood why I had gone to the Doctor. I want to tell my closest friend but am a bit reluctant. I saw him for the first time since be prescribed with the anti-depressants, and it was good to catch up. But we've not really had a proper chat yet.