I just got off the phone with my aunt (she and I have always been close, growing up I trusted her as much as my own mother). Since my mom passed away A year and a bit ago, my aunt always asks how I'm doing in a way that sounds like she suspects me to be suffering. She and my dad seem to discuss me a lot (I'm sure they discuss my brother as well).

Today I told her about my concerns about my mental health. I told her about the accident that happened when I was an infant (being dropped down a 6-step flight of stairs) and that I feel it's affected my life. I told her I have concerns about possibly having a mild form of autism.

She knows about my history of depression and SI but that's the most she knows and there are a lot of other issues I can't seem to explain to her. She told me not to even think about it ("it" being my mental health concerns), and that nothing is wrong with me.

I know she looks out for the best for me, I know she cares and she doesn't want me to think anything is wrong with me. But my concerns are for my health, not me thinking something is wrong with me. I'm horrible at explaining myself orally. There seems to be a lack of connection between thought formation and the words that come out of my mouth. So getting it across to her that I may have some kind of mental health issue or brain injury isn't easy (while at the same time obvious if she wasn't in denial.)

It just worries me. I do have a good support system in my family, they do care about my general health, in that they're convinced nothing is wrong with me and that I'm just weird and eccentric. But when I try to actually discuss my concerns and tell them I want to seek professional help, they completely deny the need for it. My family keeps moving farther away from me, while insisting they care. It's like they keep shoving me in little clear box, so they can observe me but not get too close, not have to touch me, not have to worry about me coming near them.