No support from family

So, I posted on here awhile back about how I was finding a neutral state to live in…not happy, but not depressed. Well since then I have started therapy and things have gotten worse. Actually it’s not that they got worse, just that I began to realize how shit I was being treated by my family. That my parents are actually alcoholics, both them and my brother use me for money, that my sister is a carbon copy of my mother, and that they only want me around so they have someone to control. These weren’t my extrapolations, they were my therapists…at first I just kept brushing it off as “well, you have only heard my side of the story…” turns out that wasn’t the case. I have also always been told that there was  never anything wrong with me my whole life, so I stopped complaining about feeling depressed or anxious, because I wasn’t, even though professionals said I was. Because of this I never learned how to self regulate or develop coping mechanisms and even though I am seeing someone about it I still feel like all I am doing is whining and that I just need to suck it up. I just realized those were the words of my brother, who smokes weed at least 3 times a day and drinks every night. I also work 2 of my 3 jobs in what is apparently a stress heavy field, working with people with Autism, I never considered it stressful until I took a step back and observed why I was feeling so drained everyday. I also work about 70 hours a week without a day off-I feel like I should never take a break- not that i get any while working anyway-and that I should never take time for myself because doing so is lazy and that I should feel bad about myself for considering it. Hell, even as I write this I am working on some online training. It doesn’t help that I have no respect for myself either, that was beaten out of me a long time ago, literally and figuratively. That is probably why I allowed myself to be raped by a woman,  I didn’t want to do anything with her…but that is a story for another time. The only one who knows about this is my wife, not even my therapist or best friend of 13 years…mostly because I thought he would think less of me. I am also bisexual and have not told my family, they would have been fine with it, for the longest time they thought I was gay until I got my first girlfriend, so I know they won’t care. I think it is because I know they will just tell me that I’m not since they never met any of the men I was with before my wife, so in their minds it’s impossible. Unfortunately my wife believes that everything my family ever does is some sort of slight directed at either her or me, so it is just hostility and never about supporting me. I don’t know why I value my family’s opinion so much, and I wish I didn’t…because I know it would really improve my mental state and allow me to show my future children how to live a healthier life than mine.