I always had this irrational fear that only me and my family could see the clothes we had on (because I thought we were mentally ill), and that people didn't tell us , because they didn't want to be mean to mentally ill people. I was so afraid people were looking (and laughing) at my "willy" that I made a habit out of wearing two pairs of underwear... Just to be safe!
When I was little my family cursed around me. Once my dad was on the phone and called someone a mother****er. Not knowing what this word meant, later that night when my family was sleeping and I was wide awake, my dad walked into my room and I yelled, "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!". I was grounded for 4 weeks. #NotMyFaultHypocrite
Hello I'm a girl, and no one understands my problem. I cut I started when my father hit me. He is an alcoholic and cheated on my mother. My mother died last year before mother's day. I visit her every day and have lovely conversations with her. I have no friends and I'm hated. People write mean things on my desk, locker, even on my clothes. I just want one friend.
I've always wanted a dog. My parents finally let me get one. He meant the world to me. They gave him away because they didn't want a dog in the house. I keep pretending to be fine, because my parents keep saying that it's just a dog. But secretly, I've never been able to forgive them for this.