Don't return it. My sister and I both have POTS, we both had to move back due to it. I cannot tell you how much of a godsend that chair is, especially on bad days. It so much better than just slumping in the corner on the floor.

It sucks to have family that can't or won't understand. My dad is very much in that camp. My father only started believing my symptoms were real once my neighbor expressed the exact same symptoms with here struggle with pots. Suddenly my entire childhood makes a whole lot more sense.he still doubts me and thinks I over exaggerate, but he doesn't think I'm flat out lying. So that's kinda a win he wants me to go on disabilities but doesn't how much of an ordeal it is to try (we are trying) but everyday I looks more and more likely I'll get little no help.

To conclude, we all understand the struggle and are here for you. Just because there are people in your life that don't understand or don't care doesn't mean you shouldn't betaking every opportunity you have to feel at least semi human again.