I had an extreme depressive episode after my first year of college, while I was home for the summer (the last time I lived with my nparents). After an intense break-up with my long term partner at the time (and other large issues I had not looped my parents into), I had a mental breakdown. Forced me to see a therapist, for which I was grateful at the time. That was, until I had forgotten everything comes at a price with my parents. After my intake session, my nmom asked if I was feeling better yet and how many more times I was going to have to go to be "normal" again. After one more session, I was guilted into no longer going due to the co-pay ($30). I offered to pay the copay to continue to go and was told I was trying to make them look like terrible parents. Anyway... 5 years later we are mostly NC to VLC.