Post by Clarissa on Sept 23, 2013 17:36:53 GMT
My mother and I often fight. Quite a lot actually. She's actually on antidepressants, and she has been before but she took herself off them.
In between my mother's medication, we got a dog, who I love very much. A few weeks ago, my dog and another dog got into a fight while on a walk, and my mother came home crying.
For almost a week she cried every day, and screamed at the dog every time she moved. Whenever my mother and I get into a fight, I end up shouting at her, which results in her calling me a stupid little cow, most of the time. She has never hit me, but sometimes I'm afraid she will, as she has grabbed me and shaken me in the past, once hard enough to leave bruises up my arm.
My parents don't live together, and I wish I could live with my dad. But, I can't.
He lives off benefits, doesn't have a paying job and only recently passed his one year mark of not having a drink, as he is a recovering alcoholic. I've always related to my dad better, but he used to suffer panic attacks, and I don't want to pressure him with looking after me all the time.
I try to help my mum around the house, and every time I literally took a second to stretch (or I say "Just a second" as a reflex) she says "No. Now." And starts going on about how I need to pull my weight, when I'm trying to do my best.
Meanwhile, at school I suffered a panic attack no one but I know about because of people calling me names. I'm afraid to tell me mother how I feel, because sometimes she can be too smothering, and, even if I need it, I honestly don't want help with my problems.
Because they are exactly that, my problems.
I'm sorry if anyone found this uncomfortable.
In between my mother's medication, we got a dog, who I love very much. A few weeks ago, my dog and another dog got into a fight while on a walk, and my mother came home crying.
For almost a week she cried every day, and screamed at the dog every time she moved. Whenever my mother and I get into a fight, I end up shouting at her, which results in her calling me a stupid little cow, most of the time. She has never hit me, but sometimes I'm afraid she will, as she has grabbed me and shaken me in the past, once hard enough to leave bruises up my arm.
My parents don't live together, and I wish I could live with my dad. But, I can't.
He lives off benefits, doesn't have a paying job and only recently passed his one year mark of not having a drink, as he is a recovering alcoholic. I've always related to my dad better, but he used to suffer panic attacks, and I don't want to pressure him with looking after me all the time.
I try to help my mum around the house, and every time I literally took a second to stretch (or I say "Just a second" as a reflex) she says "No. Now." And starts going on about how I need to pull my weight, when I'm trying to do my best.
Meanwhile, at school I suffered a panic attack no one but I know about because of people calling me names. I'm afraid to tell me mother how I feel, because sometimes she can be too smothering, and, even if I need it, I honestly don't want help with my problems.
Because they are exactly that, my problems.
I'm sorry if anyone found this uncomfortable.
