Kuurt,
Hope this doesn't sound too much like an echo of Don-NY. Same deal with me -- in HS, my outward and visible signs of something being wrong were that I was constantly getting picked on by the other kids, my grades were in the toilet (except for music and drama), I was skipping a lot of classes and even whole days of school. I got called to the guidance counselor's office, and got asked pretty much the same generalized stuff: is there anything you want to talk about, is everything all right, etc. No way did I think I could tell them about what was *really* going on in my world at that time -- I thought it was just the stupid disconnect between adults and teenagers. I couldn't wait to get out of that office, so I just sat there and said I'd try to do better, and that no, nothing was really wrong. I wish like anything in the world that I'd told them about sex and abuse and drugs and drinking. I don't know how things would have been different, but I know they would have.
Courage, Kuurt, is greatest when we speak. Sound is power; language is power; words are power. Silence is fear, silence is slow death. Don't force yourself to go faster than you can, but do use this opportunity -- find your strength, find your voice, find your words. Be strong, be brave, and talk.
{{{{Kuurt}}}}
John