- got them to go to treatments
- got them to train
- got them to buy new shoes for training
- set boundaries cause im too physically ill myself now
- finally got dates for my own stuff after im done with thing.. only took over half a fucking year man i mean just to get an appointment… inspite of my beyond shitty fucking doctor… like… i had to call them 4 seperate times for the referal and they never write shit down so they can remember what theyve told me… so had to fucking see them twice as well even though they said i could just write them and theyd sent the referal thing its been like this for 3 years soon i fucking cant
- i managed to get fucking done with thing so dont have to stress about passing that
- you have no idea how fucking hard it is being the hated puppet when your parents are too sick to figure out theyre not of …
and the constant “if you dont do this ill quit treatment” and punishment and attitude changes they keep hating me so fast all the time, then im good then im hated then im hated
and how they want me to be there with them with all things too much way too much
i cant be there as their puppet anymore i cant
i dont want to live at home and i dont but mentally it feels like i never left whenever they call too and is like that… but at least i know now why it is like that so that helps a bit
- ill get to see the ocean
- i can lie on my side now for a few mins now when im in bed its nice being able to do that at all
- it hurts when i hug people but im able to unlike not at all before
- do you have any idea how many years and how hard it was to constantly battle with them to figure this out… they better not stop this cause i cant