My adult children do not appear to accept my mental illness diagnoses. Rather, they just avoid me altogether. Even my oldest, who is a newly credentialed therapist. Instead, I am treated as a toxic entity. When I become symptomatic, I am blamed and argued with, which only heightens my symptoms. I spend most of my time feeling like a worthless waste of time. Alone. I adore my kids and I also know how horrible being caught in my symptoms can be. But i am not that person, the one I become when manic, or gripped by OCD, depressed, whatever. I don't know what to do.