.. You try your best to disregard and find support elsewhere.

Last night my dad confessed to me that he does not believe my diagnosis. That the symptoms that are supposed to indicate bipolar disorder, were just a part of my nature, and that it was just a phase which I will eventually grow out of. And that taking meds all my life is definitely out of question.

I'm seriously thinking of hiding my medication, every single evidence of me being bipolar and take care of myself on my own. Of course my mother's been very supportive of me, and accepted the diagnosis and was right away willing to help me. I bet that the diagnosis was a relief for her. In my teenage years she often wondered why I cut myself, and what she had done to make her child like that.

Now there's a name for it, and there's treatment for it.

My dad will never accept me this way. He will never accept that I've seen things that aren't there, and talked to entities that never existed. Thank god my nurse was so understanding of this. After all, it is my business.

The only ones who have helped me along this rocky way have actually been my mom, and my boyfriend. That is all I need, but.. It's such a shame that my childhood hero cannot accept his daughter. It's hard not to think that he doesn't care if he doesn't want to believe my diagnosis.

Eventually, or never. I'll still have the people whose concern I'm aware of.

Just posting this to see if anyone knows someone who has overcome this particular problem. I thought that a family meeting would fix it, but he's so stubborn that he thinks they're just saying things to keep me buying meds.

Seriously, I don't pay them anything, and if I buy meds, it's the pharmacist who gets the money, or the manufacturer, or whoever. They should be bombarding me with advertisements for bipolar disorder, not the mental health folks.