I was neglected, abused, and spoiled - all at the same time, and in the wrong ways. My dad wasn't able to be in my life for much of my childhood. My mother was incredibly selfless for the earliest years of my life, she would often take me to the mall and have lunch with me, and then we'd cuddle on the sofa and watch Friends once we got home. But that all was negated because one day she decided to start hating me for some reason. She would never bother listening to any of my emotional issues or display compassion for them, plus she kept me inside and never encouraged me to have a real social life. I think she was constantly concerned with how her parenting was reflected, which is laughable. I never was even allowed to have a lock on my door. She almost drowned me once - when I was in 4th grade she threatened that she was going to drive her car into a lake with me in the back seat. On top of that, she started screaming bloody murder at me, violently slapping in the face and beating me senseless when I was a teenager. She told everyone (psychiatrists, strangers on the street, family members, etc.) this big lie about how I was the abusive one in the family and not her, and she would trick me into going to emergency rooms on account of imaginary "psychotic episodes". Also she would call the pigs on me and have me arrested for things I didn't even do. One of them even told me that he hoped I got raped in prison. I think the pièce de résistance was when I was 16 and she lied to some opportunistic social worker at the hospital who decided to put me in juvie hall, where I was with drug addicts, actual juvenile delinquents, stinking white trash filth and legitimate sociopaths. The rules there were ridiculous and bizarre, plus the atmosphere and workers there did far more harm to me than good. When I was discharged she started screaming at me about how she wish she had a girl and how she would have aborted me ("like the six other kids [she] was gonna have") if she knew I was going to turn out to be a "autistic, diaper shitting sissy ******". Apparently when I was imprisoned she ripped pages out of my personal journals and found out I was bisexual, and outed that secret about me to family members and social workers. Also around this time I was seeing my dad in weekly supervised visits, and she would bash on me for having any relationship at all for her ex-husband. She would call me a traitor and a backstabber. Finally, she would purchase atrociously lame gifts for me (for example, one year for my birthday I wanted a pair of Converse, and she deliberately got me the knockoff brand from Payless) just so she would have some leverage to fall back on ("You're an ungrateful bastard!") when I did call her out on her abuses.

I think this shows what kind of person she is, but I probably just brought it all upon myself and need to have sympathy for her - right?!