I am only there for my parents when i am of convenience to them.
someone they could ask to do this and that, for them and for their older kids.
when my depression blew up, they were shocked, disappointed at me and feel slapped that perhaps as parents that they were lacking, everyone in my family negated my clinically diagnosed depression.
but when my older sibling went through it, everyone was sympathetic and everyone forgot that I am still depressed, it is just that i know they would rather not hear any problem or inconvenience from me.