I have been depressed since early teens and should have help but my family chose to decide I was bad, naughty, a psycho [insert any other word except mentally ill]
I should have been medicated/referred/given a shit about but I never was - I was essentially ignored.
I am having therapy at the moment and this old resentment has reared it's head. My dad has denied it was an illness, my brother said I was a psycho (and still am) and my mum made it all about her.
They are a toxic family and I am learning that their emotional neglect has actually caused the problems I have now. I am so angry that they still feel this way though.
Why would they deny it? Why do they want to keep the narrative going that I was 'bad' and 'too much' ???
Anyone any advice? I really want to cut them off but I still love them (because we always do, however we are treated)