people my age are getting pregnant and married and i can’t even order a pizza over the phone

I love that my dad thinks my anxiety is a fucking joke. He makes fun of me for it. He doesn’t take it seriously that I have panic attacks. He thinks that I can snap my fucking fingers and my anxiety will go away. He says that he is sending me to counselling why am I not better when I have only been to one session and it was a fucking introduction. He doesn’t get that I don’t know how to control it. So he just makes fun of me for it.