My family shields me from things they don't think I can handle so I miss out. They don't ask me to do things anymore. They avoid touchy subjects because once upon a time I was unpredictable. Now I'm just sad.

People take a step back and look at me under a microscope if I tell them right away.

Most times if I wait until they know me and know more about mental illness then they treat me like I'm human/not an experiment.