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my step-mom. She’s acting like the biggest fucking baby on earth, because I accused her of what she did wrong when I was a little kid. Now she won’t talk to me, she tells our dad and had him tell me, and she apparently is not going to take me to my psychiatrist appointments anymore, she’s going to make dad or my mom do it. When neither of them know what we’ve been talking about during the appointments.
She is such a fucking baby.
She’s also gotten ‘majorly offended’ by when the therapist chewed her out and asked my sister if she no longer wanted to go to her appointments. The therapist was right to chew her out, and frankly I think she deserved it for acting as childish as she is.
I’m still not sure if she believes me or not, I was to afraid to ask. I hope she does.
Other than that, me and my sister talked to her about chewing out our mom, and we came to an understanding. I understand now why she did it, and I had came to perceive she had been yelling at my step-mom, but she hadn’t. So I’m happy about that, but, I’m still confused as to what I should do.
My therapist decided to go on a bitch spree and chew out my step-mom, and apparently from her point of view, there’s a lot of things I’m not “being held accountable for”, and one of them (out of an entire list) is “coming up with traumatic events.”
She doesn’t believe me. I can’t believe that she doesn’t believe everything I’ve told her.
My mom only believes that I believe what happened, but now my therapist to?
What about me is so not believable? Why on earth would I make up something like that?
I keep trying to tell myself, “I’m not that bad,” but it doesn’t seem to work anymore. All I seem to hear almost all hours of the day now is “You’re so fat, you’re so fat, i feel so fat, these jeans used to be big on you, look at how much weight you’ve gained, why can’t you stop eating, i need to stop eating.”
I keep telling myself that I need to / should to stop eating, and I want to, but I’m to afraid to. It’s driving me nuts, because that’s all that goes through my head now, and I’ve become obsessive over my weight. I don’t want to be this big anymore, and I got that way from eating. It makes me feel so careless when it comes to my body and I can’t stand the very sight of all this fat. It makes me wish I hadn’t eaten so much in such a short amount of time.
I’m trying to excersise, but it takes so long to loose weight that way, and I know I’m being impatient, and I’m trying my hardest not to be.
I definitely want to try dieting pills, but my parents and I have no money at the moment. It gets irritating sometimes.
I’m definitely going to cut out the candy and doughnuts and junk food. I’ll only eat for breakfast (though if I could I would just cut that out, but it’s hard to concentrate in school on an empty stomach), lunch, and dinner. I mean, I lost weight last time when I did that, so it shouldn’t be so hard now.