I take one pill, once a day (around now, at 9 PM.) My parents don't trust me with my own medication so they hide the bottle from me. My alarm went off at 9 and I went into their bathroom to go find my pills. I looked in the medicine cabinet and the drawers, then I looked where they hid them last time. They weren't there, so I had to go get my mom, who was on the phone, and ask her for my meds. She wouldn't tell me where they were so I had to wait for her to get off the phone so she could get them for me! I'm really pissed off. They think I'm immature and irresponsible when I'm the one who's been responsible about my condition. (I diagnosed myself, did tons of research, found my own psychologist, went to the school guidance counselor, spent months trying to convince my parents that I'm actually bipolar, waited for them to go through all their denial shit with the shrink, researched medications for another few months as they refused to put me on anything until they believed there was actually a problem, tried as hard as I can to keep myself from falling behind in school, had to explain to my parents why I'm not failing out if I'm bipolar, talked to all the people with mood disorders I could find, joined DailyStrength, etc. I'm in charge of this.) It really bothers me that my parents won't let me keep my meds in my room and take them myself. I wouldn't even mind if they reminded me to take my pill, because that would be a good balance between responsible parents and responsible, independent, mature teenager. But they continue to keep treating me like a child! It's so fucking unfair. I've never OD'd or abused drugs in any way as a part of my condition. So can someone please explain to me why my parents are doing this? I hate that I'm so knowledgeable but I'm being babied by my parents, who have good intentions but ridiculous expectations. Don't my independence and maturity warrant some kind of trust??
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