I have bipolar 1 with a lot of paranoia, even when I'm not depressed or manic. When other people are at my house...a cleaning lady for example..I usually believe they stole something from me.  One time I thought she stole a bottle of acne cream. Stupid things like that.

Now a guy who did work on my house is mad at me because I wrote a very balanced Yelp review of his work where I said he did good work but was dishonest.  He said there was a 25% credit card convenience fee, which is more than 6 times what it usually is.  I think he did that to see if I'd pay cash which he could skim off of it.  I don't know.

Anyway, the guy showed up in my front yard on Sunday night yelling. Trying to intimidate me into deleting the review. It was really scary. I've been staying at my boyfriend's since then because I don't want to deal with it. 

My dad didn't believe it was really that guy because I frequently get paranoid about people who've done work for me. He thinks some other person was in my front yard or that the guy was at the wrong house. 

It hurts that my dad doesn’t respect my point of view. That he thinks I'm so nuts that my perspective can't be trusted. Has anyone been through something similar? 

I am nuts,  and I use that term in part humor, but I saw what I saw and heard what I heard.