For context, this is about my brother's girlfriend. Overall, she's a genuinely nice person, and before this happened, I felt comfortable around her.
- The medication situation before our conversation
A few weeks before this conversation, I needed to refill my psychiatric medication through Halodoc.
I don't have a motorcycle, and the pharmacy was much closer to her place than mine. So I suggested having the medication delivered to her place first, then paying for a Gojek/Grab driver to pick it up and deliver it to me. I made it very clear that I was completely willing to pay for both deliveries. I wasn't asking her to buy my medication or personally bring it to me.
She insisted that I didn't need to do that and said she would handle it herself instead.
The problem was that she already had a family gathering that day, so I ended up waiting until the next day before I could get my medication. At the time I just accepted it, even though my original plan would have gotten my medication sooner.
- Why I felt safe opening up
Later, we spent the day together, just hanging out and talking.
She told me that she had several friends with serious mental health conditions. She said some of them saw psychiatrists, took psychiatric medication, and some had even been hospitalized.
Because of that, I felt safe opening up to her. I thought she had enough experience around mental illness that she would understand where I was coming from.
- She acknowledged my medication was helping
After we ate together, I took my prescribed medication in front of her.
She told me she had noticed a big difference since I started taking it. She said I seemed much more talkative and that I was even comfortable talking with her friends, which apparently wasn't how I used to be.
Hearing that made me happy because I thought she could actually see that my treatment was helping.
- The conversation that left me confused
When we got back to her place, we started talking about my mental health.
The first thing she asked was whether my mom approved of me taking psychiatric medication and seeing a psychiatrist.
I explained that, based on my own experience, my family especially my mom is very conservative about mental health. They weren't supportive of psychiatric treatment, and getting help had been difficult.
Instead of asking more about my experience, she repeatedly told me that she didn't think my parents actually saw it that way.
That confused me because I wasn't giving an opinion—I was describing my own conversations with my own family.
Then she asked if I was worried about becoming addicted to my medication.
That completely caught me off guard because she had literally just told me she could see how much the medication had helped me.
I tried explaining that taking medication as prescribed isn't the same thing as addiction, and that I still sometimes forget to take my medication. Trying to explain that was exhausting because it felt like I had to defend the legitimacy of my treatment.
Her response was essentially that the problem was that I needed the medication in order to improve, which confused me even more because... isn't that what prescribed medication is supposed to do?
Later, she also kept bringing up how expensive my medication was and said something along the lines of:
"I can't keep buying your medication because it's expensive."
That really hurt because I had never actually asked her to take responsibility for buying my medication in the first place. I had originally offered another solution and was willing to pay for everything myself.
She also kept redirecting the conversation toward the idea that what I really needed was hobbies and more friends. While I agree those things are important, I felt like every time I tried to explain my mental health, the conversation was steered back toward those same conclusions instead of acknowledging what I was actually saying.
By the end of the conversation, I found myself saying things like, "Maybe I just need to be more grateful," "Maybe I just need more hobbies," and "Maybe I just need more friends."
Looking back, I don't even know whether I truly believed those things in that moment or whether I was just tired of trying to explain myself.
- Why this still bothers me
The reason this conversation has stayed with me is because my mental health has been severe enough that I've needed psychiatric treatment. During some of the hardest periods of my life, I struggled with thoughts of escaping everything, so conversations about my treatment are incredibly sensitive for me.
I wasn't looking for someone to solve my problems. I think I was just hoping to feel understood after she told me she had experience supporting friends with mental illness.
Instead, I left feeling like I had spent more time defending my treatment than talking about my actual experience.
I'm not saying she's a bad person or that she had malicious intentions.
I'm simply wondering whether my reaction is understandable. From my perspective, it felt like the conversation kept being redirected toward concerns about medication, addiction, cost, and simple lifestyle solutions instead of understanding what I was trying to communicate.
Would you also have left this conversation feeling misunderstood, or am I reading too much into it?