To my ****, my Dad doesn't even yell and scream anymore. This is such a good thing. Man, am I lucky. I still live with my parents, so there is always someone there. Sometimes I fear ridicule and it really comes across. But my Dad, he just says, "Lose weight" sometimes. I don't really mind. And my Mom is the most supportive person in the world. There are no other people in my life besides doctors. My sister comes over sometimes and she is really supportive no matter what the heck I do. I am so lucky. Even the cats seem to be supportive. Luckiest girl in the world. That is me. My parents told me to live here. And I do and most of the time it is so much better. Thinking of living somewhere else right now seems like it is a moot point. It would get nowhere in this house. I feel loved for once. And it seems like I think these three people changed because of my mental disorder. I wish it was like that, and it seems like it is.