My parents never believe me when I tell them I'm in pain?

[Anonymous]

So for the past two years I've had stomach problems, really bad migraines, abnormal heart rate, blurry vision, difficulties breathing and even troubles with walking. None of which my parents believe. I used to tell them ever time if felt pain, they told me to take some medicine and get over it. I'd tell them every single day that I don't feel good, my stomach hurts, my head hurts. My family started making fun of me because I repeatedly said that I was in pain, every single day. Like is that even a thing to do? Laughing at someone for being honest about how they feel? Like instead of laughing at me take me to a fucking Doctor. Which I finally made them take me to doctor after telling my dad about, and him getting mad at my stepdad and mom for not taking me to Doctor. I went to the doctor and prescribed me medicine to help ulcers. Ulcers. I took the medicine anyways which it didn't help at all. So I went to the doctors again and she prescribed dicyclomine. The dicyclomine caused more problems then what my actual problems were. So I stopped taking them. A year later I was still having these problems so I started taking the leftover dicyclomine pills I had. Without parent permission because I knew they would tell me no. My parents never believe me when I tell them I don't feel good. They always say "oh she's just doing it for attention" or "she's just doing it so she doesn't have to go to school". I once went to school with a fever of 100.1 degrees because my stepdad thought that I was lying. My problems I listed in the beginning have become dramatically worse then when they started. It's gotten to point where I just don't tell my parents when I feel pain because they never believe me. I honestly believe that they don't give a shit about me. I also believe that I possibly have a brain tumor, but I guess I'll never know because they won't take me to a hospital for an MRI. Which I haven't asked for one because I know the answer. No.

[Offthelist]

I think its a blessing and a curse to have parents who dont care. One you learn to improvise, take care of yourself, you won't have a problem leaving, and the quiet knowledge karma will come back to them puts things in perspective. The downfalls are the extra extended pain, not always knowing, lack of medication, building distrust, resentment and delays. Keep your head up. Not much you can do about them, so help yourself.

[OlderAndWiser]

How bad is your depression?

[Asker]

I never mentioned anything about depression. Mostly because I don't have it.

[OlderAndWiser]

You have all of those physical ailments and no depression. That is highly unusual.

Brain tumor? That is possible but very unlikely at your age and it is not something that you are capable of diagnosing yourself. It appears that you are engaging in somatizing behavior, which is a sign of depression. You don't need to respond to this question, but ask yourself whether you are feeling depressed - not grieving, weepy, sad, but depressed as in lethargic, listless, lacking energy and motivation, not finding any enjoyment in life.

[Asker]

My mental state is perfectly fine.

[OlderAndWiser]

Denial is not uncommon.

[Asker]

I've gone to a therapist for as long as I can remember, to help with my parents divorce. I have no reason to be depressed anyways.

[OlderAndWiser]

You don't go to a therapist for as long as you can remember because there is nothing wrong.

[Asker]

I have a short term memory I have no recollection of the first 10 years of my life. None.