My uncle just told me there's "no way I have misophonia"
Because I've been in a house full of 15 people for 3 days and "have seemed fine". What's even more frustrating is that he's a psychologist and I'm a therapist, and we *should* intricately know how damaging it is to tell someone what they do/don't have simply by infrequent observation.
What he doesn't see is the tears, the anger, the panic attacks, the anxiety, the relationships that have been ruined over the course of my life because of this. The amount of therapy I've had to do around it. Just because I don't outwardly show my triggers doesn't mean I'm not suffering. I have been screaming internally so often this trip and I've had to use all my coping skills and medications just to try and stay sane (15 excluding 3 anxious whiny dogs and a baby).
I just feel so fucking annoyed that someone would say something like that to me, especially someone in my family. I only see him about once a year but clearly he knows about my brain better than I do. I told him how invalidating that was and he tried to fight me on it. My mom told me to let it go but she doesn't understand what this diagnosis means and how much all of us have to get through to simply survive.
I feel like no one aside from us who have it are going to understand. I should just stop telling people entirely...