#this is personal stuff

Apparently my social anxiety is just a made up ploy to gain attention since my parents are getting a divorce, according to my mom and brother. Supposedly not being able to make phone calls is a sign of laziness rather than mental problems. The thing is, I could care less about my parents’ divorce, if that’s what they need, fine, whatever. It’s not my choice anyways! And can’t my brother understand how much it hurts to have your brother threaten to out you as pansexual (he doesn’t know I’m panromo and ace) even if he says he only does that when he *REALLY* needs something? Do you know how it feels to have your mother tell your brother to just go and drive when you are in the middle of hyperventilating from an anxiety attack? I read somewhere that having an anxiety attack sends the same amount of energy as running a marathon does. Ugh. What the fudge even is life.