Well my mother has always been nice to me. We used to get along fine, we would always go and do things together and enjoy each others company. That is until recently last year and this year. Last year during my schooling in the middle of January I had an appendicitis which took me out of school for a good 6-7 weeks on recovery. When I went back to school I was failing every class for all of tests and what nots I had missed. My mom blamed me for this, even though she would bring me home my school work and things and I'd do them and she would bring them back. Over the summer things were fine until school started. I had straight A's my first quarter and almost the same 2nd quarter besides one D in pe for I'm out of shape and it's hard for me to find time to excercise with all of my daily schedule. Then second semester came and she got my 2nd quarter grades and grounded me or the D in pe. So she took my laptop( which has all of my school worm in it) and hid it. I had to get it back so I went into her room got it and used it for writing my paper and playing games and talking with some friends late at night only. Well my mom figured out I found it and found my laptop and I think she threw it away or something. Well today she comes home from work and I'm asleep on the couch since their was nothing to do today and I went skating with some friends from 12 to around 3. She comes home doesn't even wake me up, and all I can hear her saying is that she is mumbling under her breath calling me a fat ***, a louzy worthless peice of **** and other such hurtful terms. I shrug them off somewhat ad she usually verbaly abuses me alot. Then during dinner when it was quiet she starts talking to me of why I did it. So I tell her the truth and she gets mad, takes me phone and breaks it stating she's never buying me another one. I, being a real hothead, tell my mom what the hell was that for and were both just yelling. I tell her you're doing this over a stupid computer for gods sake but she doesn't listen to me, like usual. She then precedes to calling me a worthless thief, and other things. She starts to cry blaming me for why she's always sad and why the house is always a wreck( which it wasn't for I cleaned the whole house, except for my room which I never clean). She then goes outside telling me how ae hates her life and how god needs to strike her down on the spot and then she comes up to me saying how if I was never born she wouldn't be living in this horrible apartment and saying how she wishes she would have gotten a abortion. I told her she didn't mean that at all and she didn't mean a thing of it but she just told me to f off. So I said trying to hold back tears," you know, a child expects their parents to die when he or she is older. It may be tough but they were expecting it and when it's time to bury them they don't feel shocked. But imagine burying you're own child, think of how that would make you feel. All children expect someday to bury a parent, but no parent should ever have to bury their child." she then walked outside and called people to tell then how horrible I was. I'm not going to lie, even being a 16 year old male who has seen alot of unimaginable tragedies that my emotions kicked in. I've tried to commit suicide before, I popped a whole bottle of advil and half a bottle of vikeden with some wine. I remeber blacking out and waking up with In a puddle of my own bloody vomit. I didn't get medical attention, just played it off as I was sick and stayed home for 5 days. I feel as now I might try that again, my mom seems to not care about me and my dad always makes me feel bad for I'm not the son he wanted. I need help, I don't know what to do
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