Still don't know

I'm unsure if this is even what I have. Though everything seems to fit. Yet it confuses me more that my mother doesn't seem to believe or even consider it to be there. She says it's all in my head that I'm just shy that I'll grow out of it. I don't feel like I'm just shy though, I never could go up to a person and talk. I know now that I think of it this will be my first and last blog. I never could keep telling what happens in my mind it never felt right. Pain and suffering.