I told an administrator for my universities' health services, only to find out that I was ineligible to receive therapy with my university health insurance plan due to some technicalities.
The first friend I told is a very old friend and co-worker of mine. We used to live on the same street and go to school together, and I've known him since I was around 6. We were drunk, and I told him. I also told him that I wasn't wearing an undershirt, and that I was in fact, binding. He reassured me that there's nothing wrong, and that he's honoured that I trust him that much to tell him. He also said that I am just the same, great person that I was before. I cried because what he said was so touching, with him consoling me for a few minute until some other friends and co-workers of mine entered the room also in a very drunken state.