It's like you wrote a story of my childhood. In fourth grade I was sick physically, I was constantly missing school. The doctors were running tests and nothing showed up. Looking back I was subconsciously making myself sick. My pediatrician looked at my mother and told her that she needed to take me to a psychologist. She completely ignored it, didn't believe it. Even back then there was signs I was not well, also I also suffer from OCD and anxiety. My parents were never there for me, they worked all the time, I raised my sister while dealing with all of this by myself. Things went really crazy at 15, suicidal thoughts and cutting, and they finally brought me to a pdoc and psychologist, but they still were not there for me. I don't even know if they believe in my diagnosis because I don't have much contact with them for much of this and other stuff. My mom is also sick in the head, depression and major hoarder, but she refuses to believe she has a problem. What's so funny, well not really, is my sister has depression, thank God not BP, and when she was a teenager she told my mom she wanted to see a therapist, and my mom said no that all teenagers go thru this. So yeah I also had a professional tell my mom I wasn't right and she didn't do anything about it.