So today were talking about: my family and how ignorant they are
So if you know me, you probably know both me and my little sister suffer from anxiety (ill get into that more in a bit). So I think my sister also has a personality disorder as well??? because it's definitely not just anxiety there oops. But I'm almost 99.9999% sure that my parents are the most significant cause of it all because of how ignorant they are. I mean I try to tell my dad how I think I have dyslexia because of how hard reading is and he tells me to stop complaining and that my mother had the same issue but 'worked through her challenge'.
????
I'm trying to tell you something that could be damaging to my education and possibly a result of my horrible eyesight and you tell me to work through it??? I'm asking for help not the bare minimum generic "you can do it!!" Even if it is something small and I can work through it, at least offer something else?? I mean if it is dyslexia then we've got this huge problem on our hands, but you won't even let me get to the stage of therapy.
So back to anxiety and that stuff. My sister was diagnosed with anxiety and social anxiety when she was in either second or first grade. She went to therapy every Wednesday and that was later shortened to every other Wednesday. Eventually she was "healed" and my parents discontinued her therapy. So recently it's been getting worse for her?? And so every time my parents and her fight or she has a panic attack or she lashes out, she always says something along the lines of "I wish I was still in therapy."
Completely reasonable.
So my parents keep telling her that she "doesn't need the therapy" and "oh you're just overreacting".
There it is!!!
Overreacting!!!
I swear that's their favorite word.
Fighting with a sibling?
Overreacting.
Crying over spilling a drink and getting so overwhelmed with everyone yelling different directions and commands at you so that you have a panic attack and end up breaking something?
Overreacting.
I swear to god, they're great people, but it's like mental disorders were invented two days ago they have no idea how to understand it.
And it's even worse how I'm left with self diagnosis because of it all.
That's right
Self diagnosis!
You may all be screaming at me that "self diagnosis is dangerous!" and "what if you don't actually have it and you're actually overreacting!!"
Haha I get it I'm told that almost every single day.
But you know what? Self diagnosis is one of the only things I'm able to do. I tell my parents how I need actual help and they say "hahaha nah you're healthy. Everyone has panic attacks you know your grandmother had them almost everyday! You're fine."
Yeah, okay
Once I went to one of my dad's friend's shops and oops had a wave of panic so bad that it was hard to breathe (not a panic attack, just a particularly strong wave). And being in the shop with all those gasoline and antifreeze fumes made it even harder.
So the entire time I stood by the open garage door obviously in some type of pain that even I couldn't explain while my dad chatted away with his friend, mr smelly radiator shop.
Then we drove him home and tbh he smelled like drugs or something :/
Very strange, sir shop. Care to explain?
Say "sir sassy shop" ten times fast out loud, I dare you. Or I'll walk on your lawn and pick that one pretty flower that you wanted to keep and slowly kill in a water bottle. Now it's mine, haha.
So anyway that's why I had to self diagnose my own anxiety and misophonia so I could ask for help from people online and how my parents don't understand simple concepts like mental illness and how to understand emotions.
Hey, this wasn't to put my parents down??? They're really good at being parents but it's really just the illness thing they have trouble with.
Oh and they also ask me at all the wrong times if I'm okay.
•I'm peacefully doing homework and just happen to have a very solemn face on.
*"OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY DID SOMETHING HAPPEN AT SCHOOL OH NO ARE YOU OKAY???!"
•I'm visibly having a panic attack because the noises in the back of the car triggered me and I'm screaming
*they all laugh at me???? And my mom tells me my behavior is inappropriate???
Haha, okay
Oo also thanks for anyone who read this far. I would've lost interest before I even started reading it hahaha
Also 800 words :0
