Nacho
Well-Known Member
I don’t wanna talk about how I feel anymore to them, because my father has told me some hours ago “do whatever you want, but DON’T HAVE ASPERGER’, as if it was something that I could control with my mom. Plus, my mother thinks I’m over-exaggerating, as if my panic attacks, hours in the darkness trying to calm myself and nausea aren’t enough to ‘demonstrate’ that I don’t feel ANY good right now.
I’ve tried to talk to them about it to ask for help and support, but all they do is see my situation in a cold and distant point of view, without any implication in the midst of it. My father doesn’t even want to see the psychologist that is helping me to get an official diagnosis.
Also, despite my explaining them that I want an official diagnosis, they aren’t able to understand why would I want that. They ask me that with a tone that makes it clear that they think I’m obsessed, and makes me feel less of a person.
It’s a sad and desperating feeling, because I could have kept quiet about all this instead of telling them all about it, but I did it because they asked for it. Normally, when I tell something to my parents I end up regretting it, because instead of supporting me, what they do is attack me and criticize me in any way possible. All the support that I’ve had since I was a child seems to be dissipating every day since the day they got to know how I felt. I am scared that soon I will be in the verge of tears, in an unfixable state of relationship with my parents, where all will come to an absolute end, regardless of how painful it will be.
I’ve tried to talk to them about it to ask for help and support, but all they do is see my situation in a cold and distant point of view, without any implication in the midst of it. My father doesn’t even want to see the psychologist that is helping me to get an official diagnosis.
Also, despite my explaining them that I want an official diagnosis, they aren’t able to understand why would I want that. They ask me that with a tone that makes it clear that they think I’m obsessed, and makes me feel less of a person.
It’s a sad and desperating feeling, because I could have kept quiet about all this instead of telling them all about it, but I did it because they asked for it. Normally, when I tell something to my parents I end up regretting it, because instead of supporting me, what they do is attack me and criticize me in any way possible. All the support that I’ve had since I was a child seems to be dissipating every day since the day they got to know how I felt. I am scared that soon I will be in the verge of tears, in an unfixable state of relationship with my parents, where all will come to an absolute end, regardless of how painful it will be.