See, there was hardly an interpersonal aspect when I was first diagnosed; I had already lived on my own for three years. I left home when I was 16 (started uni) because my parents were so terrible. My father was highly abusive and my mother is pretty much an overgrown child (and she'll admit that - in different words - after years of therapy). I actually didn't see or speak to either of them for the three years between when I left and when I was diagnosed. Some idiot in the hospital decided to ring my mum -- her number was saved in my mobile phone -- and while I'm glad we're speaking again, her involvement in my "treatment" was wholly unwelcome.

Bizarrely, my father HATED the medical model. The last time I saw him, he had stormed right in to a hospital ward on which I was being held and refused to leave until I was released. He succeeded.
I can't help but think now, though, that he rejected it because he could easily have been subject to it. Also may have been a generational thing: he lived through the ****ing War, so how could I possibly have "problems"??

Interesting. I'll dig around in it for a while before bed.