I used to try to talk to my Dad about medical stuff, but he hated it. He just couldn't understand that I needed someone to talk to. I was 15 and slowly dying, but even worse, I was in pain. I needed someone to bounce ideas off of and discuss my very limited treatment options (no opioids for minors, even with cancer). I think that a lot of us don't understand how our loved ones don't understand that CP/IP is part of our lives.