Edit: I was as to negotiate with the ones organizing the meeting to schedule for another day. I may have been panicked because I stopped Prozac for a while. I’m really sorry for lashing out like that, and thank you for your understanding.
I’m trying to get my diagnosis. Due to my parents not accepting me receiving mental healthcare, I had to do everything in secret.
It made my life so much easier when I finally got Prozac. I could finally sleep. Little to no obsessions or intrusive thoughts. I also stopped having pica.
But I can’t get a diagnosis in most places without involving my parents. Until I found someone who could give me one.
Thing is, if I miss tomorrow’s appointment, I can no longer have another chance at it. The health system is clogged and all.
I had everything planned out. Told them I was going out and all. But now, I can’t, because our basement got flooded and I have to stay in order to help them.
I know this is what I get for wanting the best of two worlds: my parents’ support and getting behind their backs. But I just didn’t want to keep suffering anymore. I just want it all to stop.
I get that. My dad is Catholic and very into it. My mother is a non-practicing “protestant” , but has some crazy beliefs about medication, abortion, and ghosts. Except for when she needed a shitload of meds to get pregnant the 4th time.
My ADHD, autistic, gay, emo, depressed ass did everything I could to be better, and at 20, I just moved out without telling them. And now the guilt they feel because I only talk to them twice a year max is it’s own reward.
If I may ask, what country/region are you in?
Haha I get it! My mom told me to not use too many meds because “I might get addicted” when I was just taking naproxen for my debilitating period cramps. It caused me unnecessary and avoidable pain.
I’m from Canada, Quebec.