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mom and I got into it a bit earlier. 'cause I get confused about dates and stuff, and she said "It's because you don't work, every day is the same". I flat out told her "No, it's not. each day is NOT the same to me. Do NOT assume that about me." even if I was working, and each day was different, I would still get confused.

i think we all get confused about dates and stuff once in awhile...

*leaves hugs for all*

The thing is, she's getting this attitude of "I know more about this than you do, even though you're the one actually experiencing this". Yeah, she may have mild depression, but she sure as fuck isn't Autistic, she sure as fuck isn't dealing with moderate depression, she sure as fuck isn't dealing with general anxiety disorder, and she sure as fuck isn't dealing with PTSD. I am. I can't always articulate what is going on with me verbally, which just adds to the complicating factors...

Aww... it's a mom thing, I think :< they like to believe they know it all and their 'kids' (even though we're adults) know nothing.

Parents just want to help, but sometimes they need to listen to their kids as equals.

it'll be a cold day in hell before that happens in my house.

*offers hugs to den*

I suppose she expects you to respect her too Den? -_-

I'm so sorry you have to put up with that :/

More than likely. I have a feeling Mom and I will have to have another mediated discussion with my therapist. I'd LOVE to get Dad in to one, too, but I know that won't happen

*big hugs for Den*

Today has left me feeling disconnected. Wow. Ugh.

tonight kinda was alright, 'cause she and Dad weren't home, but at the same time, i had to take care of the animals. thankfully, the dog didn't run off like he likes to do some days.

-offers Den hugs-

Makes me upset when parents don't respect or try to understand their kids, and then are shocked when they don't get respect back.

*hugs Den* Parents can be tough sometimes. x_x

Which is why I might not recognize either of mine on the street, even though I lived with 'em for twenty years.

my goal is to eventually be living where they can't visit me without it being a huge pain in the ass for them. 'cause I will insist they stay at a hotel. Mostly because Dad smokes, and I don't want my future home to have a slight stink of cigarette smoke.

hope everybody is doing well <3