At least my Mum And David came round eventually after my brealdown. My father never even tried to get in contact with me after hospital to see if I was ok. I asked HIM to come and visit me,making up the excuse that the hospital food was awful and could he bring up a pizza. But he wouldn't drop our disagreement when I got annoyed that he didn't even ask if I wanted anything from my room at my gran and his. I did go to town and shouted a little and for the first time he said : just like your mother.
And then Grans funeral sealed it. He didn't even try and see my side of the story. And even if I did go to the funeral it was all just a cover for him to conceal how disappointed that his daughter was potentially more of a failure than him. Being committed to the psych ward didn't normally spell a promising future afterwards for most people. More people never recovered than did.
My mum and David were God awful when I was first discharged. But they adapted their view. When I lost my job after not being ready, they said it was ok for me to stay at home ad long as I did a hobby and some house work. So I went jogging and tidied up and they cooled down and cut me slack in time.
My mum and David didn't care if I didn't get a good job. But my father was immovable. His illusion was shattered and my intelligence would count for nothing.
My mum never said that Tesco was the lazy option. When I got un well she accepted the doctors theory that it was too much stress. My Father never took into account that college and my sport were more important to me at the time. We can't ever talk again.