My mother keeps me on diets all the time. I’m 12, and I’ve been on strict diets most of my life since I was more or less conscious. I mean, you can’t even eat vegetables. Potatoes, rice, boiled meat (not even allowed now). And the problem is not even in weight – at 160 kilograms my weight is 33 kilograms, and waist circumference 52. The problem is also not my health.
When I’m doing well – my mother begins to assure me that everything is the opposite, going to the doctors and makes me drink a bunch of pills. When asked why they are they straightforwardly can not answer. I myself feel perfect. And we both went to the doctors, I heard, and I have nothing congenital.
You see, I’m also a child, and always want some candy or something, and here is trivial even a piece of bun or lean bread can not. But when I do manage to avoid these diets, my mother doesn’t feed me. In terms of food we have, and let’s just say we are not poor, but she refuses to cook or buy anything. Okay, my mother is not a robot. But not feeding ispovedi.com a child at all? I do not demand any restaurant meals, banal porridge. The mother refuses, yells again, begins to say that I am like my father, since I think that everyone owes me, that I am the worst child.
She is also constantly pushing the fact that she is going to die. You wouldn’t think anything of it, there is nothing wrong with her health. She keeps telling my sister and me this, as if we should feel sorry for her.
Accordingly, since she does not feed me, I cook for myself. But I have no one to teach me. I look at some recipes, not everything always works out. But what is there, as they say. Everything I want, I buy myself, in terms of sweets, but I don’t eat them that much. They are harmful, too, of course. As a result, I may get a stomach ache. And after that it starts again: shouting that I am worthless, that she will soon die, that we need diets, diets and again strict diets.
And I can not go for a walk in the evening in the yard (I live in a private house and our lot is fenced with a high fence). Not to mention any park.
It really hurts me that she says that I am a worthless child. That she threatens to commit suicide. That she says I’m just like my father.
I don’t understand, what am I guilty of? Is it all true? Should I listen to my mother? Even sometimes I feel like she needs help herself, and she can’t raise three kids on her own for a second.
As they say, this is just the tip of the iceberg of my problems and resentments. But I am desperate to speak out. I do not understand what to do next.
