In the following months, I was diagnosed with systemic lupus, which is a lifelong disease. The doctors have stabilized me and at the moment I feel relatively well physically, but my mental state is a bit weak. I'm not worried about the disease. In the sense that all the bad that can be taken from my parents in terms of health, I robbed him. And, frankly, I'm glad my brother didn't take anything like that from them. Well, I'm used to finding something that's treatable in a few years, not her. I feel bad because my mother and father went abroad after I was discharged from the hospital. They left because of me, because I always bring them some financial problems, and also because they hope to find some long-term and safe treatment for me. They are struggling there because of me ... Now I live with my grandparents, in fact I see aunts every day, and lonely moments are really moments - no more than 2-3 minutes. They follow me for everything - when I go to bed, when I get up, when I eat, how much I eat, what I eat, how I am dressed ... If I sneeze twice, they immediately call my personal doctor; I am constantly protected from absolutely everything - not to be blown away by a little wind, not to open my window, not to stay outside for very long ... Winter was hell, I spent it almost completely closed in us - the only exception was school, but even they take me there by car. If they see me doing something to eat, they immediately cancel me and ask me what I want to eat, they would do it ... Don't overdo it! I can't even take the dog for a walk. I don't want to bother my mother and father with these problems, they have enough on their heads anyway, but I don't find support in anyone. I feel like a captive. Everyone is hovering over me as if I'm likely to die in a second. I don't know how to deal with it, I don't know how to talk to them. I tried to explain to them quite calmly that I was not feeling well, that I wanted freedom, that they would not be with me all my life and that I should be more independent. It didn't happen, although I had arguments. I also tried shouting and screaming, but it wasn't a good tactic at all, because my grandmother has high blood pressure and ... It's not preferable to raise my voice again. Then I did not comply, which I regret. How do I get them to give me the freedom I want I just want to live, I'm young (even small). I want to go for walks in the park, I want to walk my dog, I want to walk around the neighborhood with friends ... It's not that much, is it? The disease remains and will not go away, but let me stay in place (that is, in myself), because I go crazy like that. I'm buried in books and / or textbooks all day. I love to read, but it also bothers me when you have nothing else to do.
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Honey, they love you so much for that they do so they can't accept that you are already big and you want your freedom ...! Old people are looking at things with different eyes ..!