My family consists of some of the most open minded people who are so close minded they accept nothing. My family accepts that Im Bipolar but refuse to acknowledge it, and if they do say something its negative. My parents use it as an excuse and tool to explain why Im not acting right. My moms family makes comments such as to the effect that I should never have children because I would be damning them with my disease. My dads family acts like its a semi contagious disease that is like a bomb about to off at the slightest touch. There is no discussion about it, acknowledgement, just a silent knowledge that it is there. When anyone sees my scars they mostly act like they cant see them, not as in there not there but as in its forbidden to look at. Some how I have broken the rules of normality for them and therefore I am some kind of embarrassment. They will make comments about how I should wear long sleeves in public, which also includes family. Talking to them about it is like trying to make a donkey see why hes an ass. Ether way I feel as though somehow Im no longer good enough and a disgrace. Its summer and I feel the need to cover myself so that I dont make them uncomfortable around me. I was wondering if anyone had any advice on how to help
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