I'm 25 and I've learned it is a waste of time to hope people will understand me, because they won't. Not my parents, not even my close friends. Some people do to an extent but they're few and far between. But what I've learned is it doesn't mean they don't respect me or value me as a person. They might think I'm a little odd and they have no understanding of the anxiety I experience, yes, but they're friends nonetheless. It's best to surround yourself with those kinds of people. When enough people have taken advantage of you, you learn to recognize it and not let it happen, too.
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If Jesus died for my sins, then I should sin as much as possible, so he didn't die for nothing.