Just when I thought my mental health couldn't get worse
My dad decides to berate me about my weight and lack of life.
I'm not sure what I can do anymore to get people to understand I'm in constant agony and that being bed bound is not a choice I'm making. That I actually need help to do the most basic life tasks to be able to live rather than just surviving, that yes spending 15-60 minutes cooking a healthy meal is actually way too much to handle let alone 2-3x a day every day, I try my best with the energy I have to have a varied and healthy diet but it's pretty hard when you are physically incapacitated. Then there's cleaning, and self care & hygiene, plus I'm expected to do physio and excersise and do work preparation, do a million phonecalls, do my hobbies, get outside more, shop, do meditation, write a pain journal, write a mental health diary, do breathing exercises all on basically no money so i cant hire help. It's too much. I can barely keep myself alive. And nobody wants to listen. It's all an excuse. I'm arguing back, I'm being dramatic, I'm not actually struggling, I'm just fat, lazy and crazy. I've had enough.
How is anyone supposed to deal with complex disabilities ( hsd ms fibro pcos ect) not just alone/ unsupported but also while actively being dismissed, gaslit, demeaned and berated for things outside of their control?
If I could excersise I would, if I could cook I would, if I could work I would. I hate not being able to live the life I want, eat the food I want, make the money I need. Nothing is in my control and it's torture. I don't need the people who are supposed to love and support me treat me as if I'm sub human and undeserving of even basic human respect and understanding