Stop Being Overdramatic
There were kind of a lot of moments; but some re-occurring moments were whenever I was seriously sick or hurt, my mom wouldn’t believe me, or she would ignore me. When I was nine years old, I told her the vitamins she gave me made me feel sick. She told me to hurry up to the car so I wouldn’t be late for school. I said that I really didn’t feel good.
She yelled to hurry up. I go outside, and suddenly I’m puking on the lawn. She rolled her eyes at me. When I was 12 years old, I told her that I fell on my elbow at school and it hurt a lot. She just hummed at me. I tell her the next day that my arm still really hurts.
She said I was fine. The day after that, I’m being driven to school, and she asks me why I was wearing a sweater even though it’s hot outside and also, “Why are you holding your arm like that?” I roll up my sleeve and show her my elbow, which is purple and swollen like heck. Her response: “Oh.” 17 years old. I was sick, sick sick sick, and she kept telling me that it was just allergies.
I asked her if I could just lie down for an hour. At exactly an hour, she called for me to do the dishes. I didn’t get up because I was just starting to doze and I really felt like I couldn’t move. She kept yelling at me to get up, stop being lazy, and come do the dishes. I pulled myself out of bed, having to use the wall to support me.
I see her in the main room and tell her that I genuinely didn’t feel well. She scoffed at me and said I needed to stop acting. My brother had stepped in the main room then and immediately took a step back seeing me. “Oh my god, you’re literally gray. You look terrible, Mom are you seeing her?” My mom didn’t say a thing, but my grandmother came out of her room, hearing my brother, and also gasped in horror, expressing how terrible I looked.
It was only then that my mother said, “Okay, let’s get you to a hospital.” I had a particularly bad case of strep throat. Anyway, I’m 20 now. She still doesn’t believe me if I’m sick or hurt. She’s always claiming that I’m being dramatic, even though I’m not the type to play-up my sicknesses. In fact, I even tend to downplay them.