#bad parejts

[plazeeboeffect]

my mom would hack into my social media accounts, read my text messages, look into my history on YT/google/anything. growing up she would take my phone at random and read the texts between my friends and i. One time she saw a whole conversation about my friend's past self harm situation and got mad at me for not telling her.... that.... my friend... used to self harm... as if it's her business or is even relevant to me as a whole. the one time i went out with my friends (16) i tried a sip of a hotel sized fireball. she must have gone through our dumpster to find it, because she made up a whole story to try and get me to admit to having a sip of it and when i did she admitted that she lied and then told me "i wouldn't have been mad if you hadnt lied to me ablut it." notice the hypocrisy. She then grounded me from seeing my friends ever again and took away every source of contact with the outside world for an entire month, that's when i started self harming. she went as far as calling the cops on me because i had a broken piece of a sign and she thought i had vandalized something. mind you, i was never the teen that did anything but practice saxophone and study. i went out one night with a couple friends where i was a bystandard and she completely treated me like some alcohol addicted, vandalizing out of control child when i had 1 sip of alcohol and had a piece of a sign a friend gave me.

she has always used the "my house my rules" BS on me and my sisters. i eventually got to college and moved out but she continued to stalk my online. she would constantly post about me (she did this as i was growing up too), lying about me having mental issues or being deathly ill when i was fine. family and friends would call me worried that i was dying when i would have a common cold. i had to block my mom on FB only a couple months after getting one. continuing back into college life she would always, always post pictures of me without my permission and i had told her over and over again not to do that because it made me uncomfortable and she still did. She continues TODAY to do that, she posted photos of me in a neighborhood FB page to the neighborhood we are moving to and i was hoping to have a fresh start as a guy as im transitionig where people wont know me as a girl but she posted photos of girl me to that page and apparently some guy there wants to date me. ALL WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. ALL WITH HER KNOWING I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HER POSTING PICTURES OR ANYTHING ELSE ABOUT ME. I LIKE my privacy i NEED it and i need to be in control of what is posted about me picture and content wise. i have so much anxiety taking group photos or photos in general on someone elses phone:camera cuz im terrified theyll post them all without asking me first.

At one point i moved back to my moms and she continued to read my text messages via phone bills, hack into my fb and the lgbt groups i was apart of, hack into my tumblrs and twitter and look into every account ive made, hack into my gmail and its documents to see what i was writing. She used all this stuff one night to tell me everything she "knew" about me and told me i was mentally unstable and that she's the only one in this family who knows me... because she stalked me. after that i moved out and didn't talk to her for about a year, changed my phone number, changed my phone, double changed all my passwords and even had to delete some accounts. due to certain things i now live with her again (and am gonna move to that neighborhood i talked about). as far as i know she hasnt invaded my privacy, but im always on edge. and i see her do the same shit to my little sister with looking through her phone/tablet.

She once looked through my older sister's messages and found she was sending nudes and sexting/having sex with her boyfriend of 1 year (now 7 years). she was 17 and moved out to live with a friend due to the invasiveness of our mother.

My moms complete lack of regard to my privacy has made me scared to post anything online or do anything online or search anything. It goes against the part of me that loves sharing and talking to people online and learning, reading, and writing online. i feel like nothing is truly mine because she always made herself apart of things that were mine. its something i will probably never get over.

respect your kid's privacy.

So my dad took away my laptop because I wouldn’t give him the password. I wasn’t even allowed to type it in, he demanded to know the password to my personal computer because he thinks I’m “ doing things I’m not supposed to do. ” My sister is not, and never has been, held to the same standard when it came to passwords on her own phone etc. But my parents always suspect me of being “up to something” and will randomly ask to use my computer/ know the password, and when I say no, they get mad at me. In the past, they have taken away my devices and looked through them, which cased me a lot of anxiety and is part of the reason I don’t like it when people use my computer or go through the camera roll on my phone. Even as I type this, I’m being asked what I’m doing. If you think parents demanding to know the passwords to their child’s personal devices is a breach of privacy please reblog

[cowoda]

i'm so jealous of all the people out there who are complaining about how bored they are in quarantine

[mental-health-advice]

(TW- Self harm, meds, abuse) Hey. I have ADHD and SSD. My therapist says one of the things that helps to treat SSD is to treat any other mental illnesses I have. Therefore, she says I should go on antidepressants and wants to tell my parejts about my phycosis. I have 2 issues with this. 1. I dont think I need antidepressants. Im not crying myself to sleep every day, I only self harm during bad episodes and im really not all that sad all the time. Just more... nothing. So i dont think I need them. 2. My moms ex-husband (my sisters dad, not mine) was schizoaffective bipolar type. So im pretty sure she fucking hates people with phycosis. And because she used to hit me and scream at me when i was younger (she stopped now), im worried she wont react... in the best way if she finds out about my phycosis. Do you have any advice fpr this situation?

Hey there,

Going on anti-depressants is a big thing and can be quite scary too.

Have you spoken to your therapists about how you feel about anti-depressants and why you feel you don’t need or want to be on them? I guess your therapist may have suggested meds for a number of reasons, for example it may be to help treat your psychosis and to also help with the self-harm urges so that you are better able to handle the urges in bad periods of time. Sometimes people are not put on anti-depressants just because they feel sad or depressed, but I guess you won’t know the true reasoning behind why your therapist wants to put you on them unless you have this conversation with her. Perhaps you can write out a list of reasons for why you don’t want to go on them vs some reasons that may be beneficial for you to at least give them a go (however how small that list is.)

In terms of your Mum being told about your psychosis, again I would recommend you speak to your therapist about this in regards to your concerns about how your Mum may react and the benefits of your Mum knowing from your therapists opinion. You guide the therapy and depending on your age, what you speak about is completely confidential unless you are at risk of really hurting yourself or another person. So if you can talk to your therapist about these things and if it’s easier, you can always write out some dot points to help remind you what to bring up with your therapist so you don’t forget anything. You can also contact a counsellor from either a helpline or on web counselling and use them as a kind of substitute for your therapist to help you role play what you may say and how you may bring this stuff up with them.

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope you’re going OK!

Take care,

Lauren

[ventussolder]

tfw you fuck up real bad