MidlifeAspie wrote:
PunkyKat wrote:
I'm so sick of my own parents not believing in me and I wonder if they are purposely trying to hold me back.
It sounds pretty obvious that they are.
When I try to tell them that, they go on and on about how I am my own worst enemy and how I just exgerate my problems. My parents keep telling ,me it would not be fair to tote Pippin around everywhere as a service animal but when I ask for help in obtaning a service dog, they tell me I don't need one and they don't want any more dogs. They tell me I don't like dogs and they don't want to have to take care of a puppy becuase I would alway loose intrest in my pets. I was a little kid when I lost intrest in my pets but most of the time I needed help in caring for them because I felt too overwhelmed or did not have a clue what I was supposed to do. Sometimes I forgot what I was supposed to do and needed help remembering. I simply needed help in taking care of Pippin sometimes. My parents expect me to help out with their pets sometimes but becuase I needed help with Pippin sometimes, I'm incapable of caring for her. My father hates reptiles or at least "dosen't like them". He used to kill snakes for sport and for the first month after I brought Pippin home from the pet shop, I feared for Pippin's life. I recently admitted this to my mom and she got kinda pissed and told me I really understimated my dad. Well when I first started asking for a snake/lizard my dad would threaten to kill it when I wasn't around and I've seen the man kill snakes with a pocket knife. Harmless little garter snakes.
My parents will try to change the subject and we just "go in circles" and start yelling at each other and nothing gets sorted out. I keep asking my mom to make an appointment with my therapist but she keeps putting it off. Personaly, I think we all need therapy but they don't trust therapists anymore.
I used to wish my parents would peek at my posts and see how I really felt but I say the same things to them verbably and nothing happens. If my mom came across this post she would probably get really mad at me and tell me I am "exgerating" or "blowing everything out of porortion" again. I even told her about how I can't really watch a movie with a school setting without getting flash backs and panic attacks. Sometimes they make me feel like I am going to pass out. My mom broke out laughing when she heard that. She said it was simply because I was being so "dramatic" about it but that's the only way I could describe it. And my parents wonder why I want my own place so bad.
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