I'm just so sick of my brother's crap. He expects me to have all the right emotions and do everything right for his sake. For example, today he told me that my sister's dog died. First of all, I hardly see him so I shouldn't be attached, but yet I am. I actually DID legitimately feel sad. I knew it was a little difficult to let the feeling fully come over me because I am still not all that reconnected with my emotions, but it was actually significantly better than usual, especially considering how much it technically shouldn't even affect me. And he asked me why it seemed like I didn't care. As if I was doing something seriously wrong. Like in the way you might ask someone who seems indifferent to their mom or their child dying. Even if he was getting after something else and he was wording it poorly, like seriously? That would be a stupid question to ask a mentally HEALTHY person in that situation!

And the main reason this is all a problem is because none of this should matter in the first place!!! I hate how it feels like I try so hard to do things right and understand what's going on in everybody else's heads but no one cares about what's going on in my head!