My father was of the opinion for a long time that I didn't suffer from anxiety/agoraphobia, and that I was simply using it as an excuse to cover up my supposed "laziness", in order to avoid having to go to school, or anywhere else for that matter. Not only was it a grossly ignorant & callous position to hold, but it was also hilariously hypocritical (for lack of a better word). My father's one of the laziest, most slovenly individuals I've ever known. To say the pot was calling the kettle black, doesn't even cover the half of it. These days, however, he's certainly a tad more understanding than he used to be, even acknowledging how block-headed his stance was in the past, but, ultimately, I think he's just come to accept the basic fact that I'm so unbelievably far out to sea at this point that, regardless of what he truly believes is wrong with me, there's really not much that can be done about it (assuming anything ever could've been "done" at all). I'm just a mentally crippled hermit who's stuck in his cage, and the reasons as to why don't much matter anymore.
