UGH, so my aunt told me today that I self diagnose and couldn't possibly have half the conditions I say I have. And I was like, really, my medical records all say I do. And I'm taking real prescribed meds from real doctors. The ignorance boggles the mind. I wrote the millionth letter describing in detail all the lovely things we get with this disease. And I think, this time, I did get under her skin, even just for a moment. Because her response was that I am too young to go through these things. People will go to any lengths at all to deny we are sick. The truth of it is, and I flat out told her this, they don't really want to help me. But instead of saying they don't want to help me, they keep putting it all on me. Every time I am not well enough to do something they want, they accuse me of being lazy, unwilling to help myself. So that way they can say they won't help me since I won't help myself. My relatives matter little, unless they are looking to cause me trouble. But I let them know today, they are dealing with the wrong one. I let them have it in a long, long letter. And I definitely hit nerves with it. I told my aunt it is an unforgivable sin to accuse someone of faking their illness. I was surprised I got that little chip in her armor, that little slip, "You are too young to be dealing with all this". Of course she will probably go back to being the monster she is, but somewhere in her brain, she knows I'm right.