OK, when I volunteer to go help my family with their final Christmas shopping, I expect to get a little bit of "Lose weight, are you working out still, is there a girl out there, etx etx."
Having three different people pull me aside to say "Why aren't you going to a doctor and letting him control your life with pills?" at different times in the day was not expected, nor welcome, nor particularly enjoyed any more after repetition.
Especially when my sister didn't just bring it up AGAIN, she actually was reading lines! Off the back of her grocery list! That I think Mom wrote for her! Despite me trying to interrupt her!
I know there's a family history of various problems. I even recognize that they're mostly acting out of concern.
But a script? A fucking script?
And, y'know, the continued implications that I can't possibly feel happy or good without being on medication? Also nice.
Fuck me for actually wanting to spend time with my family at the holiday.
Having three different people pull me aside to say "Why aren't you going to a doctor and letting him control your life with pills?" at different times in the day was not expected, nor welcome, nor particularly enjoyed any more after repetition.
Especially when my sister didn't just bring it up AGAIN, she actually was reading lines! Off the back of her grocery list! That I think Mom wrote for her! Despite me trying to interrupt her!
I know there's a family history of various problems. I even recognize that they're mostly acting out of concern.
But a script? A fucking script?
And, y'know, the continued implications that I can't possibly feel happy or good without being on medication? Also nice.
Fuck me for actually wanting to spend time with my family at the holiday.