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Oh yeah, that definitely caused problems. She only had to resort to doing it while he was gone because of how against it he was. Still, I guess she felt it was worth it...Gilsa wrote...
That's a pretty big thing to do without your dad's support. My husband would flip out on me if I did that without involving him in the process. He was a difficult child and some doctor wanted to put him on drugs, but his parents said no. He was actually fine and gets irate if someone wants to self-diagnose a temper tantrum as anything, but the kid being over-tired.
That's actually really sweet.Lady Jess wrote...
Sarah1281 wrote...
I am definitely not a fan of therapy. My mother and I...don't get along, to put it mildly. The summer after eighth grade when my dad and one or two of my brothers were at summer camp she dragged me to a therapist, told her a biased account of all the problems she thought I had, and the therapist decided I had Aspergers (which I've never agreed with) and so prescribed medication. When my dad got home he was pissed but since I had started taking the medication (for the first six weeks my mom actually watched to see if I would at least) because one of my best friends was moving across the country and she wouldn't let me go over to say goodbye if I didn't do it he claimed I was stuck with it.Lady Jess wrote...
Sarah1281 wrote...
That sounds positively therapy-worthy.
LOL well if they were as big on therapy when I was just a bit younger than you, as they are now...I'd have been in it for years for pushing every guy I evermet away at a certain point in a relationship because of mine.
Despite the fact that I told them I didn't want or need therapy or medication and never actually took the medication, they thought that the medication was helping me so much because as I grew up I outgrew a lot of the things mom was complaining about in the first place and so they were all convinced that when I stopped taking the medication I'd revert back into my fourteen-year-old self. I warned them I wouldn't be going to therapy after I turned eighteen and so my first session after my birthday they were talking about 'weaning me off' the medication after I rejected their offer to keep going while I was in college and upon finding out I hadn't taken any of it in four years...damn, they were pissed. They were all 'you should have told us so we wouldn't waste our money!' They seem to forget that whenever I did try telling them they forced me to take it that day...
Yeah, so basically the entire thing was completely unnecessary because as annoying as I was at fourteen I did grow out of it and they were all convinced the medication was working. That's the problem with being the oldest, I guess: parents freak out about everything.
lol my oldest has no such problem. The only get dragged to a doctor if there's a fever over 100 or blood running.
My problem was, I'd get into a relationship, make it to close a year and then start picking the most horrific fights. Until the guy broke up with me. I did it to my husband too, and the more he stuck around the worse I acted, until my grandmother pulled me aside one day and told me to cut the crap. Observant woman that she was, she picked up on the fact that having my Dad leave us when I was 3, and my grandfather, the only real father figure I had, die when I was 8...convinced me that men left me for what I saw as no reason. So, I subconsciously figured if they were going to leave, they'd have a reason.
Hubby took it though, and I eventually realized he wasn't going anywhere.
Who needs shrinks when ya have a grandmother? Ok...besides HER, she was bipolar we found out after she died.
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