In September, I told both my parents everything about the HPPD, and depersonalization/derealization. I have started to realize that was a big mistake. They are both the most unsupportive morons ever. They agreed to make appointments and my plan was to get meds prescribed but then my mom surprises me with "this entire time, you thought I was going to let you get a seizure medication prescribed to help with visual disturbances ?"
Every time I have one of my dp moments, they think I'm high and I can't seem to convince them I'm not because they so strongly believe that I'm still taking drugs. even when I say "go ahead and drug test me", they refuse. I'm so done with them and I'm thinking about asking to move to New Mexico with my aunt to get away from them. Every time I ask about my appointment or for other help or when I try to explain everything, they just start attacking me.