Neither of my parents understand or even seem to want to accept that I'm BP. The problem however, is mainly my dad. He is constantly making fun of anything I say or tries to create an argument where there isn't one. Then when I start to yell in retaliation, he pretty much tells me that I play the "BP Card" as an excuse to justify the fact that I'm just a bitch. Then if I get to the point of un controlable crying (which is getting to be the norm) he mocks me. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
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