I thought it was because I took my Vyvanse on an empty stomach—which my psychiatrist strongly advised me not to do—but nope, I didn't take any at all.

But the reason why I'm annoyed is because by yesterday evening, I had already accepted the fact that I just wouldn't be able to get any work done; I accepted the fact that it wasn't any personal failing that I'd be unprepared for the quiz this morning and that I'd have late assignments, it was just a chemical imbalance in my brain.

But my parents kept telling me to "push through it," that I'd be able to get caught up "if I just put my mind to it." I keep trying to tell them that this line of thinking they imposed on me throughout my high school career has been damaging to my mental health, but they can't seem to listen. I have to lie to them about how much work I've gotten done just to keep them off my back. :deeper-sadness:

Having a cat and larger space to pace around has had a positive affect on my mental health, so I'm still glad I took college at home. But despite being doctors, my parents seem to be completely incapable at helping me manage my mental health.

  • SpookyVanguard64 [he/him]M
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    4 years ago

    Hate when I forget to take my meds. Worst part is when I go to take my meds, but because I'm on autopilot I wind up only drinking a glass of water instead. That way, I've tricked myself into thinking I've actually taken the meds because I remember going through the motions to take them, but because I'm not feeling the effects I know deep down that I haven't actually taken them. However, I don't want to accidentally double up on my meds just because I can't remember whether or not I actually took one, so I wind up waiting until the effects or the 1st med that I didn't take are supposed to wear off before taking another one. Essentially, because I wasn't paying attention, I wind up gaslight myself into thinking I actually took the meds.

  • p_sharikov [he/him]
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    4 years ago

    But despite being doctors, my parents seem to be completely incapable at helping me manage my mental health.

    My friend's mom is literally a therapist, yet is horrible to her bipolar daughter. I will never understand people like this. It makes me wonder how much they really understand their own field. Like, are they just being kind to their patients because they think it's tactful, not because they actually believe mental illness is the result of physical processes in the brain and can't just be willed away?