I recieved my first cell phone when I was 9, which seems more normal now than it was at the time. Of course I thought I was so cool being the only kid in my class with a cell phone, telling everyone; but it was because I was always home alone and my mom thought I needed one in case of emergencies. My mom always worked nights, so before she thought I could be home alone I always had different babysitters, some better than others. I remember distinctly this one babysitter I had that drug me on a bus to the mall, with all of her friends. I remember she found a stuffed animal on the road, and was waving it at cars trying to sell it. I’m not sure why I remember this so vividly when I seem to not be able to remember anything. My mom and dad were
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She never helped me with my homework even when I asked, she never asked me how my day was or did the little things all my friends parents did. She acted strange when I had friends over, and would always hide in her room and make everyone else feel uncomfortable. She would never go shopping with me because ‘the tiles on the floor in the mall made her anxious’. At the time I didn’t understand, and I thought she just didn’t want to do things with me. I was always at my friend’s houses, more close with their parents than my own. And I was always jealous that their moms did things for them like laundry, and making them dinner when mine didn’t. I’m grateful now that I can be independent and do those things on my own, when my 21-year-old friends cannot; but at the time that was the last thing I was thinking of. My mom never understood why I never wanted to be home, but when I was home I would just sit in my room by myself and so would she. I remember lashing out at her, crying barely able to get my words out, asking why don’t you care? She immediately was defensive and yelled back. All of high school, my mom and I fought constantly. Every time she yelled at me I could never get any words out, just crying and hyperventilating feeling like I was going to die. One day I was so tired of her, I screamed at her and told her I thought she was crazy and I think that was a breaking point for
She never helped me with my homework even when I asked, she never asked me how my day was or did the little things all my friends parents did. She acted strange when I had friends over, and would always hide in her room and make everyone else feel uncomfortable. She would never go shopping with me because ‘the tiles on the floor in the mall made her anxious’. At the time I didn’t understand, and I thought she just didn’t want to do things with me. I was always at my friend’s houses, more close with their parents than my own. And I was always jealous that their moms did things for them like laundry, and making them dinner when mine didn’t. I’m grateful now that I can be independent and do those things on my own, when my 21-year-old friends cannot; but at the time that was the last thing I was thinking of. My mom never understood why I never wanted to be home, but when I was home I would just sit in my room by myself and so would she. I remember lashing out at her, crying barely able to get my words out, asking why don’t you care? She immediately was defensive and yelled back. All of high school, my mom and I fought constantly. Every time she yelled at me I could never get any words out, just crying and hyperventilating feeling like I was going to die. One day I was so tired of her, I screamed at her and told her I thought she was crazy and I think that was a breaking point for