my folks treated me with kid gloves after a nervous breakdown, and for years all of my family was like, shu, shu, don't tell her, she cant handle anything. she is the sick one. she got sick for attention, (yeah right) spent more than five years in a locked psych. ward. now, my h talks down to me, what few friend's i have speak to me like i am a child. part of me wants to scream and explain i am different, but my actions seem to enforce over and over, yeah, she is sick...