Jul 5, 2023
Today I was accused of not letting my mom «be my mom» because I told her that I do not care about the acne on my face and that she should stop commenting on it. It is not even close to severe acne; it is merely a few pimples here and there. These small confrontations ruin the rest of my day, even though I have no reason to feel guilty about putting up a boundary.
It is almost as if I am not an adult in these interactions. This just makes me want to stop expressing my wants and needs altogether, just like I did throughout my teens and early twenties (I am not going to stop, but it is very tiring to stop yourself from getting loud and angry when people (my mom) refuse(s) to listen.)
