I told her once that "I sometimes misinterpret things." So whenever I get into a fight with her, it becomes "Oh, you're just misinterpreting things." Which is parroting back to me exactly what I said, with no explanation as to how I am misinterpreting things. Which doesn't help, and shows me that, if anything, she has a bare, minimum level of understanding and is making no effort to understand me further.
Oh, and addtionally, whenever I get into a fight, it becomes "Are you taking your medicine?" What the h*ll! As if all my behaviors, correct in her view, or not, can be solved by taking medicine! I don't want to take the bloody medicine (Fluoxitine) because most of the time I am happier without it! In fact, I have scaled back my medicine to half a pill! Why, because yesterday (second day taking the half pill) I was HAPPIER! So we got into an argument today, and the first thing she asked was "Are you taking your medicine," which is LOW, really, really, really, really, really LOW! :'( And of course, she doesn't admit that. It's like me calling my brother (when he had a broken leg) a cripple.
She makes NO effort to understand me. I can't possibly understand her, because she doesn't give me an opportunity to do so. I can't wait until I get out of school. Then, I'll move out, and I'm NEVER, EVER coming back to this hellhole. I'd rather live on the street then ever go back to them.