Thanks for everyone's help here, by the way. It's nice to be around people who understand you, as cringely cliché as that sounds.

I haven't seen a doc in about a year. They just got a blood sample, then never contacted me again. I don't trust those in the medical profession (no offense to anyone here who is), only because of bad experiences. They thought I was on drugs solely because my pupils were dilated since I had just had an anxiety attack an hour prior, and wouldn't listen to my assurances that I wasn't.

I want to see someone, at least, but therapists are sketchy too. They'll likely shove pills in my face. Even at the age of 20, I have to be careful my parents know as little about me as possible because if they find out I'm going for therapy, they'll slap the 'crazy' label on me and kick me out. They have threatened to do so before because I have no job (and can't get one due to these problems) and call me screwed up just because I'm not as talkative and outgoing as my brother. It's a pain in the neck.