In fact, my parents were opposed to me studying occultism (not necessarily because of the subject matter, but because of general reluctance towards my obvious life long obsessive fixation) to the point where I had a deal with a high school classmate who worked at a book store.
I would ask her to special order occult books for me, and then I would pay in cash so there wasn’t really a paper trail. I didn’t tell her what they were, so a week after I got my first physical copy of the lesser key she asked me casually before English class if I “was enjoying the plot line so far”.
I said “yeah”.
This story is the epitome of, To know, To Dare, To Will, To keep silent. Obviously a top notch magician.