When I was young my parents joked about taking me to a psychologist whenever I exhibited ideas that were "out there". They were quite supportive of me in most ways but there were a lot of things I wanted to share with them but couldn't.
They actually did take me to a psychologist to try and find a medical excuse for my poor grades. They took me to 3 until finally one put me on ADHD medication because I DID fit a description of that arbitrary "disorder". Later being forced onto medicine (or perhaps the effects of the medicine itself) spiraled into depression which led to more medication... I might have been better off just telling my parents that I think trees and animals and stones are talking to us and we just aren't listening carefully enough. :-D