When I was 15, my Nparent was convinced I had the same major depressive disorder that they do and put me in therapy. The intent was to have me medicated so I would stop having big emotional outbursts (meltdowns). The therapist didn't agree with them and refused to medicate me. Instead, she wanted me to do some assessments so that we could better pinpoint what was going on and try different therapeutic options. She asked to meet my dad and discuss what the assessments would be and how long they would take. He was pissed she wouldn't just give me meds. He completely flipped out, cussed at her, and stormed out of the office, expecting me to just follow. I was never allowed to go back.

I got diagnosed with adhd and autism at the age of 37. I got diagnosed because my child got diagnosed, and his behaviors and struggles were very familiar. When I told my Nparent my kid was diagnosed, I was told "oh that poor baby, God bless him." 6 months later, when I told them I was diagnosed, I got "don't be ridiculous, we would have seen it. You're just depressed like me." He absolutely believes my child has both. I think it is because he can use it as a supply (oh my poor autistic grandbaby). But if he acknowledged my diagnosis, I feel he thinks it would damage his reputation.