I tried to make a post about this earlier, but it doesn't appear to be here.
I attempted to confront my mother yet again, this time telling her that she was the one stressing me out by trying to tell me that I'm "not an introvert" and that I'm really just trying to be a "hermit" by not talking to people for fun, and yelling at me about how I'm going to get fired, not going to be able to hold a job, going to be homeless and die, etc just because I don't talk to people for fun. I also told her about my depression just to see if you gave half a fuck about that, but no, she insisted that I was "just like her when [she] was little, and felt like puking whenever faced with social interaction". I attempted to tell her that this was not the case a huge number of times, but she kept magically going back to what she said before about being a hermit and being scared of everyone etc. And then she tried to tell me that I was "just like all other teenagers" and that I thought nobody understood me whrn they really did.
MOM. I tried to correct you and explain to you how I felt, and you kept on believing the exact opposite of what I said. I think that's enough of a reason to believe you do not understand. The fact that you were scared of opening your mouth as a kid does not instantly mean that I also am just because I'm an introvert. And yes, believe it or not, I am an introvert. I do not find it enjoyable to talk to people for fun. Why the fuck can you not accept that? You keep fucking bitching and saying "oh, I'm a REAL introvert, but at least I've learned to have fun talking to people and function in society!". Believe it or not, it is possible to not talk to people for fun and still survive! HOLY SHIT, RIGHT? By the way, you don't magically stop being an introvert. You were the one who was never an introvert in the first place. You may have been shy as fuck, but you weren't an introvert.
And by the way, you should probably not talk about how I have anger issues and am going to randomly throw a tantrum and get fired from all my jobs I ever have just because I was angry when I was six years old or so. If you had given a shit about me since then, you would have noticed that I stopped being angry as soon as my brother and a legion of other people stopped tormenting me every second of the school day. But naturally you refuse to believe that ever happened, because you think he's the fucking messiah and that he can do no wrong just because he scolded a couple people who called me "gay" behind my back at school one time a few years ago. Because of that, I am obligated to put up with all of the bullshit he wants to put me through, despite the fact that he called me a faggot to my face on two seperate occasions.
We argued about this for about an hour. She still refused to listen to a thing I said. It gradually shifted to me trying to get her to realize that she was not the perfect parent she thought she was, which ended in her crying and getting mad at me. In the end, she still didn't give a fuck about my life and refused to do anything but nag me about how I need to be just like her.
She is going to continue doing this, and I am going to have to live with the pain of never having an actual childhood as well as never having had a mother who loved me for who I was, or helped me through life's shit, despite the fact that she had always promised she would.
I am genuinely starting to wonder if this is all in my head.
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