I (21F) just graduated college and moved back in with my parents. During this period Iāve been staying with different friends and doing long distance drives to my college town because my life is still there (church, friendsā¦etc). So, while Iāve technically moved in with my family again, Iām hardly around.
Iāve been in a really deep depression since graduating for a couple of reasons. Iāve applied to countless jobs and heard back from hardly any, I went through something really hard in June that kind of threw everything off for me, and Iām still mourning a previous relationship where the door just canāt seem to close (we go to the same church and are both pretty involved, although he hasnāt been as involved recently).
My family doesnāt know I have depression, let alone OCD. Everything Iāve done for my mental health Iāve had to do behind their backs. Now that Iāve seen a psychiatrist and have talked to counselors about my symptoms and stuff, I realize that a lot of my mental health issues began in elementary school, and I wish I could have gotten help for them sooner. The thing is, even if they did know, my family doesnāt believe in antidepressants.
Iāve tried opening up to my mom a couple times but itās never received correctly. For clarification, itās not like she tells me this stuff isnāt real, rather, sheās never helped me be proactive in it. Growing up it was always āwell maybe youāre just not going enoughā and āmaybe you just need to do another sportā or whatever. I remember one time I told her explicitly I felt that I needed to speak to a therapist, she acted supported but then insisted she could find an āalternativeā, aka, just talking to her friend about it. The worst part is I know this is her trying to be helpful, but it never is and I feel like Iām always stuck back at square one.
Now that Iām out of college, I realize that I kind of have to do this whole āgetting betterā thing all by myself, and thatās what Iāve been doing. I found my first real therapist and weāre meeting for our first session tomorrow, and I spoke to my GP about re-prescribing me the antidepressants I was taking before my psychiatrist stopped taking my insurance.
Anyways, like I said, Iāve been in a rut since college ended, but things are finally looking up. I just got a hybrid-remote job at my church (itās part time but itās 5 bucks above minimum wage), Iāve been doing freelance work for a couple startup companies, and I actually have a job interview tomorrow for a full time job pertaining to my major. The job is close to the city I went to college in (3 hours away from hometown. Church is in the same proximity) and would need me to move there, which I feel excited about. I feel like I had a rocky start, but things are getting better.
HOWEVER, my mom doesnāt see it that way. Sheās been telling me itās ābeen too longā and I need to be doing something. Sheās been pressuring me to do insurance. Itās all she talks about with me. Insurance this, insurance that. Itās gotten to the point where my whole family wonāt stfu about how I should do insurance. I found it kind of funny at first but itās become suffocating. I didnāt see my parents for a MONTH and the very first thing my mom said to me when we talked after three and a half weeks is how I should do insurance. Even if I was interested, Iām so sick of hearing about it.
When I tell them I donāt want to do insurance, that I went to school for marketing and graphic design and want to do something in that field, my mom tells me that Iām not doing enough and I have to be doing SOMETHING. Iāve been doing freelance, she does not care. I just got the job at the church, I can tell she sees that as a waste of time. I just told her today about my interview, and she basically told me to choose insurance over the job that I went to school for.
Itās just so discouraging. Iām upset because Iām TRYING, and sheās just so fixated on one thing that she canāt see me moving. Itās discouraging when my depression takes over and I feel like I canāt move and nobody in my family understands. Itās upsetting when I try to connect with my younger sister by confiding in her with my OCD diagnosis and she just shrugs and goes āI donāt see itā.
Also, I donāt mean to paint my mom in a bad light. I love her and I know sheās trying her best despite her biases (for context my parents are not American; I think this might be a cultural thing). Sheās the family member Iām the closest to (which maybe says something about how close I am to my family haha), and I hate having to sneak around her like this I WANT to tell her Iām going to start therapy and about my medication and all this great stuff, but sheās so anti antidepressant I donāt know what she would say. Iām just so tired of being discouraged. I feel like Iām lying to her, and i want to just be honest with my family that Iām getting help without them getting all weird about it.