My sister doesn't understand depression. She thinks that it's an embarrassment to have, that it's a "quick fix". She doesn't get that it does impact me quite a bit, that I'm not normal. I think that she thinks I'm putting this all on for attention. Once she looked at me and went "You know some people have it for life, right? If I ever had it, I'd tell no one. I'd die of embarrassment." She refuses to believe that I do get side effects from the antidepressants, that I'm on zopiclone because I'm actually not sleeping, that I have lost weight - our granny bought me a new pair of jeans because even she said she thought I was looking too thin for my clothes and Maeve (that's my sister's name) just gave one of her "I think that's BS" smiles and said sarcastically, "Right then."
Every time I go to the cmht, Maeve asks if that'll be my last meeting and "what do you even do there?! Just talk?!" She's jealous of the attention our daddy now gives me (he didn't give me much before since I have never caused problems and well, that's how our relationship was.) She always has talked to Daddy about absolutely everything and even he has sais in the last few weeks her attitude has become horrendous towards me.
Maeve is downstairs right now, cleaning and tidying, and I'm avoiding her because she gets into a horrible control freak mood when she cleans - complains if I help, complains if I don't help. She has a job compared to me and she has a shift starting at 3pm and I'm counting down the hours until she's out of the house. I mean, I love her, she's my younger sister, but she's becoming unbearable to deal with ever since I was diagnosed. And I wish she would understand, but I can't make her understand. It frustrates me.
I can't wait to go to Scotland and get away from her, our brother, our family. I want to be far away as possible from people I know.
/rant. Sorry, I just had to get this out of my system again. I've mentioned this to my daddy but he says there's nothing I can do.
to all who need one, and congrats Midnightmemories!