I'm kind of in a dilemma.

I was recently Diagnosed with depression, and put on 10mg of lexapro (Also for anxiety).

I told my doctor pretty much everything that's been plaguing me the past few years, and along with the prescription, she said she'd send along a referral to a Psychiatrist and a Thearapist.

I've been telling my mom for years that I need to see someone about my problems, and was glad that finally someone was finally listening to me, and catering to my needs. Convinced that I now had a medical practitioners convictions behind my own, I thought my mom would finally accept that maybe I need help.

However, when I approached my mother with the long list of Therapists in my area, she brushed me away and insisted I didn't need it. I explained to my mom (for the first time, mind) That I've been unable to Step on lines, cracks, and patterns, that they cause me great anxiety to step on.

Instead of being even the tiniest bit concerned, she starting rattling off these ridiculous claims that it's "Just my personality" and that "It's what makes me unique"

I explained to her that it bothers me, and she insists that it's nothing. On top of that, she's ignoring my depression and anxiety. I've been hiding behind this facade for so long, crying in secret. I've just been considered Whiny or Sensitive or "Lazy."

And after shutting me down (once again) after a doctor insisted I should see a therapist, she asks "Why, What do you think you need to see a shrink for." (because she refers to them as their derogatory name)

And At that point I can do nothing but shake my head and say "never mind. I don't know."

My mom said "lets see how you do on your medication."

I'm of age, where I don't need my parents consent to seek help, however my mother holds the insurance, and I'm on her policy as a dependent.

Should I push the issue with her, or just (like I usually do) fold and accept my crippling "personality quirk" that people openly mock me for (Which I also mentioned to my mother, saying that it also bothers me.)

For the record, I would Like to see a therapist, maybe just once, for him or her to tell me that I'm a crazy whiny little girl and should have just accepted that life threw me a curveball and endowed a horrible personality quirk on me.