I turned out mostly okay. It's not her fault I have depression to start with -- I can see it a lot in other relatives, and I think she has a form of it too. I'm still kind of fucked up, but I can deal with it. But she really exacerbated it. I never liked talking about it much until recently, because so much of my issues seemed so tied to her, it felt like I was a bad child for even thinking that way.
I actually signed up for tuition by myself right after the first tests, but when my report card came in for mid-term exams, my mother freaked out at me in front of an entire hall during parent-student conferences. But I inherited a lot of good traits from my mom too; I'm stubborn and domineering like her, which I think helped a lot, because when these traits were backed up by anger, my suicidal impulses would lessen.
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regna
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Date: 2011-01-10 12:49 am (UTC)I actually signed up for tuition by myself right after the first tests, but when my report card came in for mid-term exams, my mother freaked out at me in front of an entire hall during parent-student conferences. But I inherited a lot of good traits from my mom too; I'm stubborn and domineering like her, which I think helped a lot, because when these traits were backed up by anger, my suicidal impulses would lessen.