Oh yes I've had an issue with the family. From not believing me to making fun f me when the heavy anti psychotics were making me practically drool. They said I was nothing but a guinea pig for the psychiatrists to "experiment on". Once I got older, I was told I couldn't babysit for my niece cause, well," God knows what a mental patient could do". My father would ask me when I was going on my next vacation (admission to the hospital) Now that both parents are dead, I'm excluded by the remaining ones. I've always been the black sheep.
And they had the nerve to wonder what reason I had to be depressed.