Well I didn't know it was a crime to be concerned about things popping up that shouldn't be...
So I tell my therapist that I’ve been telling my mom about medical concerns for months and she still hasn’t taken me to a doctor. And she in turn calls my mom about it.
So not even five minutes after I get home she’s like “you were in the wrong to tell the therapist about your concerns because it makes me look like a bad mother so it’s your fault and if you trust your therapist so much she can find you medical coverage.” And I’m just sitting here like
"Well bitch if things are growing on my body that I’m concerned with naturally I’d want to go to the doctor as soon as possible. You were supposed to take me months ago and the problem still exists so no shit I’d tell my therapist. The cats have gotten to the vet first for things that popped up after this shit don’t even start."
THIS IS WHY I DON'T TALK TO HER ABOUT SHIT