Yeah, that book's been recommended to me before, haven't bought it yet, though. And the way I've been feeling lately, haven't had much time to read, either, sadly. :

: Came too a rather s*%tty realisation while writing in my journal last night, let just say neither of my parents seem to give a f*%k about how I'm feeling, most of the time.
Mum continuously give the same old f*%king line, telling me that I have to accept my disability. Meaning what exactly? I was born with cerebral palsy, over the last 12 years of my life it's gotten progressively worse, as doctor told me it would. So, accept what? That things won't getting any better, unless I have surgery. She also continues to tell me that therapy/counselling would just be a waste of time, as I'm probably beyond help. Because that's what her counselor told when she went for counselling years ago.
Sorry for the rant, I'm not in a good place mentally or emotionally right now, as you can probably tell from my previous post.