Does anyone else have a younger siblings that piss them off a whole bunch?
And no one understands why and they're all like, you have to be calmer?
Especially if you have like special needs siblings. I have one.
He's a terror. He's the absolute worst.
Yeah i know you're thinking "how could you say that he's special needs he doesn't know better."
WELL HOW ABOUT YOU CHUG AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF SHUT THE FUCK UP.
That child lives to piss me off.
He purposely does things he knows will piss me off. He laughs at me.
Especially when he knows I'm pissed off. He eggs it on. Sees how angry he can make me. Chants things that have to do with what i'm pissed at.
And not to mention he thinks I'll beat the shit out of him- which I won't -and hides behind lockable doors. Or covers his face with pillows. He pushes me into such a rage he thinks I'll hit him.
Don't fucking dare tell me I'm over reacting.
I love him to death. I know his limitations and what he does and doesn't understand.
He understands perfectly when he pisses me off.
And my parents make absolutely no move to stop him.
In fact, they blame me for getting so upset.
BECAUSE APPARENTLY IT'S MY GODDAMN FAULT HE'S A RUDE FUCKING BULLY.
He likes to nickname people. It's cute. My mom is Simby. I can't exacty think of what he calls other people at the moment, but it's nothing hurtful.
For a while, it was Poopy.
My parents? Instead of putting a stop to it, it was "You're five years older. Grow a thicker skin, it's endearment."
Eventually, I would get so upset I'd scream at him and lock myself in my room for the rest of the day. That's when they stopped him. It had to get that bad.
Now, it's Stinky. Along with random stink-related unnecessary comments whenever he fucking feels like it.
It doesn't make me feel worthless, like the last one.
However, it has the ability to slightly annoy me.
I've broken things before. Just today it was a plastic ladle I threw.
It's always when I babysit. He doesn't listen to what I say.
He lies to my parents about what happened while they were gone..
As a matte of fact, whilst writing this post, I had to get up about nine times, because he was knocking shit over and throwing pillows, and just generally doing things he shouldn't.
It's been approximately fifteen minutes.
I'm ready to give up. I'm so, so, so sick of this kid.
I love him, I really, really do.
But this needs to be recognized as a real problem.
But I can't even tell my parents.
I want to burst into tears at the thought of even saying the sentence, "I have anger management issues."
My dad already tries to give me speeches on self-esteem, (which isn't really a problem, i think I'm the hottest shit since slice bread.)
my mom doesn't think I have social anxiety/awkwardness because I'm in poms despite several incidents that she was present for.
As far as social anxiety/awkwardness, like making phone calls or talking to new people, which I normally detest doing, my dad tells me to "Tough it out and do it, it's not that hard."
Obviously, for me, it is.
See the thing is, my awkwardness/anxiety isn't really huge. It's a problem, but not nearly as bad as it could be.
But do you see why I don't want to tell them about anger management issues?
I'm pretty much sick of everyone.
None of you better fucking have read this. It's a big pity party I threw for myself, but it just had to be said.
