how do you get on with your parents ... are you closer to your mother or father ... do you even get on with them , do they know about your problems , or do you just keep it to yourself ?
My mother is authoritarian. My father is dead. My mother is a fool who attempts to care for me yet does not know how. My father, well on one hand I did not know him well, on the other hand, he did marry my mother so I wonder as to his intelligence.
When I was young, I had been oppressed and sheltered for the majority of my life. My mother had, at that point I had believed anyway, emotionally been abusing me. Perhaps I was simply a young child being a fool, perhaps not. I still do not know. Anyhow, I started planning out a suicide. My elementary school found out right before I was to go off to a field trip. They sent me to the school psychologist and called my mother, which I had begged them not to do for fear of what she would do to me. When she walked me to the parking lot to go off to the field trip, the only thing she asked me was, "Are you okay?"
I responded, "Yeah." And that was that. This is not the only instance of her apathy, but it is one of my most poignant ones. If my mother would not even wonder as to why I wanted to die, then obviously she has problems of her own and is unfit to raise a child. Bah, I am merely biased is all. Ignore me.
I'm pretty close with my mom. I was never really that close with my dad, he died just over a year ago... he wasn't really close with too many people anyway, maybe that's why I am the way I am.
I've mentioned the fact that I've been diagnosed with SP around my family, but no one really seems to be all that interested in exactly what it is or how it affects me. My youngest brother brings it up and drills me every once in a while about it (caught me looking at SPW on my laptop while visiting my mom :, and while I think he cares, he just can't grasp why I just can't do certain things.
my parents know about my problems and use them against me. i was once stupid enough to let my mother have the phonenumbers of my room mates and close friends. she got angry and called these folks and made it out to seem i was hardcore crazy and needed to be watched closely. she's always been really creative at finding ways to hurt me. those people never treated me the same again, i felt like a freak. growing up she always insinuated i was brain damaged.