the parents
are masters of this. without going into a lengthathon i was continuously squirming on the rack of guilt til i was about 12. couldnt stand it anymore and realised it was actually going to lead me to kill myself the way i was spiralling down. dad blamed my mothers nervous breakdown on me (not true), she twisted me evry which way to get what she wanted. An example of papas childlike ability to trip me out... dad would ask me to do something, while i was cooking lunch, wait a minute then spaz and storm off and do it himself (he has a heart condition) while shouting about how useless i was and how i was going to give him a heart attack. he still does this. he didn't speak to me for a month because i went to my grandmothers to see my cousins and help her in the garden and forgot to check if we needed any coal. in july. july! ffs! they honestly behave like 10 year olds in mid strop.

i kinda lost all hope for a while, and cared nought for nothing. i think it was a shock for the adults around me to have to deal with someone who, at 12, when they said 'i don't care' really honestly blank-stare to the soul, didnt care. had to watch a straight A student hit the breadline at the speed of sound.

anyway, i learnt to stand up for myself, though obviously with issues of trust hehe, and learnt never to take emotional blackmail of any kind. i now just say "don't bother. i won't fall for it" stand and walk away. its easier and they know no to bother agai. that is how i have tamed many ladies :)

damn happy now tho :D
(unlawful odour i dunno..., Thu 13 Oct 2005, 14:21, Reply)