There's a lot of things that people have said to me, but there's nothing worst than the negativity my mother has given me over the years. My dad gets really angry when I freak out every time someone walks into the room because he thinks I'm doing something illegal or whatever, but I do that because I have a fear that I'm going to be mocked for whatever little thing I'm doing, even if it's just looking through iTunes.
I'd come home with grades in the 90-95 range, and she'd always tell me I need to try harder. And then she'd always say that a project I was working on didn't look good. She'd always bribe me into not going to a extra curricular event I had rehearsed for just because she was tired or whatever, and practicing for the piano and cello lessons I was taking was too much for her.
And later on when I started getting inducted into all the honor societies, she would just not bother showing up to them.
In my first year of college, she kept blowing me off too. "I don't feel like driving you, can't you stay home?" Pretty much every other week. I took a year off because I couldn't stand it, and I couldn't afford to take a taxi twice a week. So when I tried again in 2012, I went for night time classes and weekends instead.
The worst had to be Christmas 2011. It was just day after day of telling me I was a worthless dog and that when I was born my real parents just left me on the floor (which isn't true at all, they are my parents
). My grandmother came to pick me up and she was literally yelling at us until we drove off. Stayed with her for a month.
But I had to come back, and have had to deal with the same crap ever since. If I wasn't disabled, I'd just get up and walk out of this life.
