hi
@Flower Power;
@Stickler and
@scout86 - thank you all of you for your replies. I appreciate them a great deal.
By way of update, I've not had any further random calls from my siblings...which is certainly a relief...there's enough going on already.
I called my Mum on Monday...bit odd...she talked a bit about her "meltdown" - she sounded embarrassed and sheepish about it. Which she shouldn't do. But it was largely discussed in a no-big-deal manner. She said that she has "learned her lesson" from not taking medication for her blood pressure...and then said I should do the same...because now she's been through what she went through the other week...now she understands. So, the takeaway message was: take your pills.
Granted - not in a menacing or aggressive way.
I don't take any medication. I have tried them previously, for me personally, didn't do anything. As part of a horrendous involuntary hospitalisation in NYC 4 years ago, I was dogmatically told that I had a chemical imbalance in my brain and thus *have to* take the pills for life. I didn't I spat them out in the hospital - that little act of rebellion was the only thing that kept me going in that sh*thole of a place.
So after that I've never taken anything.
I asked my T today, "Am I "sick"? What if anything is wrong with me?" My family seem adamant that I am "ill." A number of friends seem materially concerned...
I'm mortified that I'm turning into a female Woody-Allen caricature.
He says he has no answers. Today he suggested that maybe I go and speak to another T (as a one off) to see if the other T can explain things better to me. I have a bad feeling that I'm not doing this right...and that he's starting to give up.
Anyway...rant over, thank you all once again for your support on this.