Sick but not really?

I have a cousin that has diabetes. She has lived with it since she was 3 years old (or so). I remember not being allowed to eat candy, cake, ketchup, or anything with sugar in front of her when she came to visit. She went to summer camps for diabetics where she learned how to deal with everything that came with her condition. My uncle and aunt researched since all about it and even today they  are up to date with whatever new treatment there is. She has had a pretty normal life considering how she had to grow up. She is a happy and healthy woman. And I think Her parents had a lot to do with it. 

The thing with depression is that people so not see it as a real decease. No matter how many studies and info is available out there, people who do not have it live in some kind of denial. Like it is not something real, a hobby almost. They make fun and dismiss our condition. And when they try to be up to the task and "accept" that their relative/friend/partner/couple has it, they become extremely condescending. 

I've been dealing with depression almost all my life and not once my parents, sister, Friends or husband have done other than see me as an eternal brat.  In their minds I'm Just this little girl doing   perpetual tantrums. They just sit down and watch, writing for the next meltdown to roll their eyes. Not one has done research on depression, seek for alternate therapy, ask the therapist what the medication has and what it does. Nothing. And is just not fair. This is just as serious as a terminal decease and support is needed. If my family or my husband would take some time to get to know what exactly is going on ('cause depression is not about just being extra sad some times), maybe we could face this a better way, and I could feel "normal" and not guilty for having this condition.