My dad is the most negative person ever, my mum is nice but seems really fake, she tells people I think/do things I don't to make herself look good, its weird.
The reason why I'm angry at them is long but here goes:
When I was 10, my teacher told my dad I should see a mental health person (cant remember specifics) and she was concerned etc he got in an argument with her and said he didn't raise a psycho and that was the end of that.
Then at secondary school, same situation really but constantly, referred to cahms and my mum took me once, dad had a strop about it and never went again.
Was seeing an educational psychologist at school for a while bit stopped seeing her because I was told by my parents that I didn't need to.
Arrested at 12 for bring drunk in a park, didn't seem concerned just angry.
Lots of minor trouble with police for shoplifting alcohol and drinking.
Lots of trouble at school, ended up getting expelled. The kind of trouble wasnt purposely disruptive but I would get myself in trouble refusing to do things that I couldn't do due to some kind of anxiety- e.g would refuse to do a presentation in front of class and would get in arguments with teachers to get out of it.
Lots of self harming throughout from 11-20, they used to shout at me for it and say I was mental.
Overdose at 15, was a cry for help really rather than a serious attempt, parents very angry when a&e phoned them. I got grounded. I did this a lot more times after this just because I didn't know what else to do.
This will possibly out me but at 17 I got taken by police to hospital for wondering down a street naked by myself at night, I can only really remember that I wanted something bad to happpen to me, so that someone might help me sort my head out. I know that's stupid but I was a mess.
Theres a lot of other things. But basically now I'm in my 20s and have my own DS I am starting to really be angry with them that they never tried to help me. I feel like my life would have been a lot different if they did. I'm working on sorting it out.
But ffs. I know I was a massive dick but If teachers kept telling me DS needed help I would be concerned, not angry at him.
I told my mum the other day that my gp thinkss I have ocd (pure o) and gave me antidepressants, she seemed annoyed and said "they'll have you down as a loon" and told me not to take them 
But they're allllll about family and have bucket loaaads of time and sympathy for everyone else, as long as it makes them look good.
2 brothers were pretty normal growing up so I get that I was an awful kid/teen but I was still a chid that could have done with their help.