raisedbyignorance wrote:
These days the only way to convince then that I need therapy is if I go on a killing spree or try to kill myself. I can't kill myself because people are idiots who would NEVER learn a thing from my suicide, same with going off and killing people (not that I would anyway...)
But it's f**king clear in their faces that I am severly depressed, angry, unmotivated, and refusing to associate myself with the world. Thousands of people go to therapy everyday for much less than that.
The only reason I was able to get counseling the first time was because my high school counselor pressured my parents to. And when I was away at college I could go to therapy at the college hospital or counseling center all I wanted and my family wouldn't know.
My mom doesn't take any of it seriously. After nearly every session when I had counseling in high school, my mom would DEMAND to know what I talked with her about as if ANY of it was her business. My dad is a major budgetholic. He refuses to waste any money on something he thinks its a bunch of crock.
Granted my college counselors made some great errors in the way they counseled me. Then again they have to deal with various college students of various issues so it's hard for them to treat a suicidal person differently from a person suffering from standard anxiety.
This p*sses me off. end rant
I can't help but notice how your parents sound exactly the same as mine!
It is frustrating s**t that I too have to put up with every single day. They will never accept that there is anything medically/mentally wrong with me, just the fact that I am "me".
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