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My aunt and my mother are both like that. If I start to smile, they find some reason to wipe that smile off my face. It's why I only see my mother on holidays and escape to the internet and clown around so much on a daily basis (my aunt lives with me now).
We went to the beach when I was young and I wanted to play in the ocean. My aunt said the ocean was full of excrement and I would get shigellosis, cholera, dysentary, and several other deadly incurable diseases where I would die a slow and painful death due to extreme diarrhea.
I wanted to play in the dirt and make mud pies. Same thing. See above.
I wanted to go to Carowinds. They both said no. I would fall off a ride or smack my head on a metal bar at 100 miles per hour and have permanent paralysis and brain damage.
I wanted to build a wooden potato bin and my aunt said it was a bad idea. Apparently, it'll cause all kinds of diseases because the wood will absorb deadly potato gases, bacteria, and germs.
My step dad got into the act when I met him later in life. I wanted to play in bands. He said they'd never go anywhere and I should quit playing guitar forever. He also said he was deaf from working on car engines so much and that he couldn't hear it anyway. He said I wouldn't be able to hear at all by the time I hit 30 years old because of playing guitar. I should quit because of that too.
My mother constantly made me wash my hands (trying to make me OCD about hand washing like she is) when I would play with my cats (when I was younger and still lived with her). She constantly told me there were 96 diseases you could get from cat litter boxes. I was playing with the cats not the litter boxes. She said playing with cats was just like playing in the litter box because they lick themselves and carry 96 diseases that kill children.
I'm still in therapy. I may need therapy long after I am dead. I hope Hell has some kind of plan where I can get help paying. I'm still debilitated to the point that I hate leaving the house. People carry even more diseases than cats and want to kill me slowly and painfully just for the fun of it. Also, they'll rob me before the kill me. They may even try to kiss me and give me syphilis and diarrhea too beforehand. I may never be right. Gee, thanks Mom. :eyes:
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