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I don't even know what to do

So a while ago my mother and I went to a youth health centre where it was discovered that I have depression, and I have really only been discussing it with my mother. So tonight during dinner I get bombarded with questions from my father about how I've been feeling, if I'm okay and stuff along those lines. That sound great right? Nope because it became creepy, I'm just putting my dishes into the dishwasher and I look over at the dinner table and everyone is watching me with creepy unison smiles of creepiness.