Ambrosia
November 28th, 2010, 03:29 PM
I’m sorry I keep posting. But good lord, like I said, SOMEONE needs to know.
Last night was really hard. I got off work and around midnight I ended up going to tell my mom goodnight. I was really wanting to talk to her about something but she seems to enjoy never listening. She always tells me to come back later or that she doesn’t care and only listens when it’s something SHE brings up. She kept yelling at me to leave so…I set my hand on the back of her chair. More like slammed, I guess. And when she got up to hit me she claims I bowed up to her. Don’t you think you would do that too if someone is trying to hit you!? I went to my room pretty quick and started…cutting…myself. I didn’t even get around to bandaging myself when they made me go into the living room. For an hour I sat in there being yelled at trying to keep the very obvious blood stain from being noticed that was forming on my pants. They said I wasn’t controlling my anger. I told them that the hand thing WAS me controlling my anger. I would never hit my mother. I control my anger by cutting a lot of times but at that moment I didn’t have a chance. It just happened. I eventually went back to my room and I have never cut that many times in one place. Over fifty cuts in a spot the size of the palm of my hand. I don’t even regret it. And I don’t feel bad for pissing my mother off. She needs to learn to listen and things like that wouldn’t happen maybe…
Last night was really hard. I got off work and around midnight I ended up going to tell my mom goodnight. I was really wanting to talk to her about something but she seems to enjoy never listening. She always tells me to come back later or that she doesn’t care and only listens when it’s something SHE brings up. She kept yelling at me to leave so…I set my hand on the back of her chair. More like slammed, I guess. And when she got up to hit me she claims I bowed up to her. Don’t you think you would do that too if someone is trying to hit you!? I went to my room pretty quick and started…cutting…myself. I didn’t even get around to bandaging myself when they made me go into the living room. For an hour I sat in there being yelled at trying to keep the very obvious blood stain from being noticed that was forming on my pants. They said I wasn’t controlling my anger. I told them that the hand thing WAS me controlling my anger. I would never hit my mother. I control my anger by cutting a lot of times but at that moment I didn’t have a chance. It just happened. I eventually went back to my room and I have never cut that many times in one place. Over fifty cuts in a spot the size of the palm of my hand. I don’t even regret it. And I don’t feel bad for pissing my mother off. She needs to learn to listen and things like that wouldn’t happen maybe…