When I got diagnosed I was living in a house full of people who for lack of a better description were big drinkers. I had to confine myself to my room to make living with them while I'll vaguely bareable. suffice to say they took it personally and I had to move out of the house because I didn't have the energy to deal with what ended up as bullying. I lost alot of friends over the coming year, some got angry with me because I couldn't go out and they thought i just didn't want to or i didn't have the energy to have them over to the house. Some turned on me because I wouldn't take either advice about quack remedies or I didn't want to listen to them telling me what to think feel or do about something they didn't know anything about. I surprisingly didn't mind losing alot of them I found alot of them had been draining me anyway so it was a sort of relief not t have to deal with that anymore. some were more upsetting, the ones who never called to see how I was or the ones that avoided my calls because they couldn't deal with it. I feel like I'm still losing friends because of this massive misunderstanding that people believe I can do something about this illness and I'm just not trying hard enough. I don't have a family to support me so I'm finding this immensly difficult and I'm trying really hard not to believe that everyone out there is just a selfish A-hole that can't deal with reality. I don't have anyone to talk to about this because as soon as I say anything to anyone they say" oh yeah it's the same as when I lost my friend so and so" and I'm sorry but it's not, it's not the same. I feel like I have to start from the beggining to meet new people and create new relationships because the people in my life just do not get it. does anyone else feel the same?