So, I just recently got my Macbook and there is stuff I've been wanting to say. Unfortunately it will take me longer to post art due to the fact that I no longer own my original art device, and all art will take longer so I apologize about that. However, the main information I have to say is about my current mental health. Around late-last year I was diagnosed with PTSD or Post Trauma Stress Disorder for people who don't know what it is. This happened to be caused by an adult figure that was in my life for multiple years, he was my step-father and for majority of my life on scratch I happened to live with him. He verbally abused me, my mom, and his son multiple times on multiple occasions. I can list two times where he was cussing my mom out, and my room just happens to be across the hallway from his and moms. Whenever he would cuss out my mom I always blamed myself, even though I was never problem to begin with, I want to say it was back in 4th grade where I believe I experienced my first ever.. sewer thought, I was around 9 when that happened and only more recently did it start happening again. Back in mid-late January of this year, my mom informed me while in the car that she was considering going back to him. I held that in for a good week or two before I accidentally spilled it out to my dad, I felt horribly disappointed in myself for telling him and for betraying my mom.. My mom was informed by dad that I told him on the night of February 2nd, my mom confronted me and I was stressed, I called my dad and he picked me up. I have only since then visit my mom, and before I say anything else, my mom said over a text with my dad(I was next to him so I saw it as well) that she was thinking about herself first when reconsidering going back to my ex step-father. Mind you, my mom KNEW about my PTSD when telling me that was thinking of going back with him. On mother's day, I decided to visit my mom. It went, well. Until we were going to head over to a restaurant(a mexican one to be exact). She wanted me to a wear a dress, said dress was considerably short on me(I'm all leg and it was around my lower thigh) and I was giving her signals of me not feeling comfortable in it, since the dress was also incredibly close to my chest. I changed out of the dress, and my mom started yelling at me to change back, I yelled back at her that I felt uncomfortable in it but she continued yelling at me.. I left later that day, and I am back to living with my dad full-term. I apologize if this wasn't what any of you guys wanted to hear, and I feel selfish for even posting this. But, I just wanted to inform you guys. - Rein.
