No, I would have to do something pretty damn crazy for my mom to even THINK about letting me see a therapist.

Now, the hallucinations DO scare me. Badly. And they do interfere with whatever I was doing. I freak out, and what was going on before them is pretty much forgotten.

There are also these other things that I wouldn't exactly call hallucinations. They're flashes. Like I see myself doing something. Then it takes me a second to realize that I haven't done anything, and another second to decide whether or not I want to do what was in the flash. It's weird, and I think those are almost worse than the hallucinations.