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Okay, so anyone who knows my story knows that my parents aren't great at being supportive of me and are card-holding members of Denialville.
But I came here because I truly thought that this had changed. And I came here because I thought that at least my mother knew very well that I am living in symptomatic hell and need somewhere to exist for a while where I can just be myself and not have any pressures put on me.
Well, now that I'm here, they seem to have forgotten that I am not well at all, and I feel they are being very judgmental of where I'm at. Compounding this is that being back "home" always makes me crazier in many ways--my symptoms are usually much stronger, and I have memories come up that I'd put away.
The part I really don't get is that they're treating me like I should be fine and totally functional or like I'm lazy when I've already exhibited insane sleeping disturbances while here, like staying up for 30 or so hours or not sleeping until 4am even when I've taken sleeping pills.
They're very defensive about any exhibited anger, as well, but slamming doors or just being angry in general is just me trying to cope with thoughts of self harm and suicide! How do I explain that they should be okay with me closing a drawer forcefully if it means I'm not cutting?
This sense that I must be more productive and more demure is making me want to drink outrageously so that I can (a) escape and (b) act tame. That is not good.
I know they would prefer me if I were stoned. But I quit that and have no intention of seeking out more numbness to placate what they want from me.
How do I explain to them without feeling sad and vulnerable and stupid that I'm having extreme trouble with the most basic functioning and that they need to acknowledge that or else I truly need to leave?
So sorry I'm totally rambling but I'm really losing my grip here.
But I came here because I truly thought that this had changed. And I came here because I thought that at least my mother knew very well that I am living in symptomatic hell and need somewhere to exist for a while where I can just be myself and not have any pressures put on me.
Well, now that I'm here, they seem to have forgotten that I am not well at all, and I feel they are being very judgmental of where I'm at. Compounding this is that being back "home" always makes me crazier in many ways--my symptoms are usually much stronger, and I have memories come up that I'd put away.
The part I really don't get is that they're treating me like I should be fine and totally functional or like I'm lazy when I've already exhibited insane sleeping disturbances while here, like staying up for 30 or so hours or not sleeping until 4am even when I've taken sleeping pills.
They're very defensive about any exhibited anger, as well, but slamming doors or just being angry in general is just me trying to cope with thoughts of self harm and suicide! How do I explain that they should be okay with me closing a drawer forcefully if it means I'm not cutting?
This sense that I must be more productive and more demure is making me want to drink outrageously so that I can (a) escape and (b) act tame. That is not good.
I know they would prefer me if I were stoned. But I quit that and have no intention of seeking out more numbness to placate what they want from me.
How do I explain to them without feeling sad and vulnerable and stupid that I'm having extreme trouble with the most basic functioning and that they need to acknowledge that or else I truly need to leave?
So sorry I'm totally rambling but I'm really losing my grip here.