My mom takes that stuff WAYYY too seriously...to the point where she was going to NAMI meetings and stuff. It's one of the reasons why I've learned to hide it as well as I have. If she brings up me or my sister's panic attacks or anxiety, I am sure to flip out and leave the room because I seriously hate talking about it. I feel like she loves to pity people...and I really hate pity parties.
My dad takes the 'quit being a whiner and handle your sh*t' approach, which I like much better.