Most of my family doesn’t validate my ocd they don’t believe in it really. My little brother knows that it gets to me tho and he can be quite cruel and today when he was mad he told me I was a psychopath who needed to get checked and I wasn’t normal and that I had anger issues and a lot of other mean stuff. He uses all my triggers against me in fights. He calls me fat cause I’ve struggled with my body image my whole life and was anorexic in middle school, he calls me psychopath knowing I ruminate over the idea in my bed for hours. My dad is the same way and when he gets mad he tells me my ocd is just an excuse or that it’s for attention. I’m feeling very hopeless right now my mind just keeps telling me they are right they are right they are right. Nobody cares and I wish they would just try to understand. Even my mom thinks it’s just an excuse. I’m on some new steroids right now and also my period, and I haven’t slept in days, and the combination is bad so my temper has been short and I’ve been very sensitive to everything and I wish they just understood that and I hate myself for getting overly frustrated over tiny things and I hate myself for getting mad so easily but I wish they understood that I hate it too and I wish they wouldn’t just tell me I’m everything I fear I am when they get mad at me. Just feeling like maybe I don’t deserve life and that no one would miss me if I was gone except my sister who is my only comfort. Maybe I am all the things I hate and don’t want to believe and I’m better off gone they’d be better without me I know it