So my adopted mom is probably not the healthiest person in my life. I've had to distance myself significantly in the last year. She can be controlling and flat out mean, but she took me in when I was homeless and loved me in her way. I feel obligated and lonely and she's all I have left. 

I finally got the nerve to tell her today just about my bipolar 2 *possible* diagnosis. I didn't even have the nerve for the rest. 

I explained some symptoms. She broke my heart saying, "yeah, you've never been real stable. You flit from one thing and person to the next. It's like you never want to grow up. I'd be real careful getting a diagnosis though you don't want people thinking you're crazier than they already do. Just like this school thing, it won't last. Neither will anything you do."

This was on top of her typical COVID rants and now I just feel super sad and misunderstood. Trust me, I'm in my 30s and I want to be a grown up and know what I want to do.