Here's now it went:
Well, I went!
It started with my mum explaining the situation to the doctor (woman) because as soon as we went in, I found I couldn't talk. Brilliant start. But after that, the doctor asked me some questions about my anxiety and depression, with my mum chipping in every now and again with what she'd noticed. Of course, this made my job a little easier, but I couldn't help but wonder why the hell she didn't talk to ME about these things. See, my mum is sort of emotionless whenever I try to tell her stuff and that sometimes makes me feel like she doesn't care. I do love her and everything, but I wish she'd give me a little empathy or something.
And she did. When I mentioned suicide. Now I feel a little guilty about upsetting her. I don't even want to know how my dad will react. His mood is unpredictable at the best of times.
Anyway, the doctor sent the referral, and said that I'd have to go to some kind of Metal Health expert to get assessed on the right kind of therapy for me. Then it's all a matter of waiting. But she was very understanding I think it was right for me to go.
My only concerns now are whether I've destroyed my extremely sensitive parents, the assessment, and then the therapy itself.