empotinal hard muffle
i fell im doomed to be muffled in comunication w/ my mom becase every time i feel like i needed her 3 word always came in the way i dont understand
now indays i quit trying becase she would not understand any how becase itsw alwasy seeming to be the same subject wich is that im stuggling w/ mydyslexia and its making me go thro a emotinal trying time
this makes me feel like i cant cry on my moms sholder if somthings wrong or igf im having a bad day
and thats pretty bad sence shes the one mostly around in nearest to me
i want to breack that muffle but i never knew how
my problems are of not somthing it would be vocaly explainable and when ppl tryried visual aids it tends to get over kill or just plane wrong
now indays i quit trying becase she would not understand any how becase itsw alwasy seeming to be the same subject wich is that im stuggling w/ mydyslexia and its making me go thro a emotinal trying time
this makes me feel like i cant cry on my moms sholder if somthings wrong or igf im having a bad day
and thats pretty bad sence shes the one mostly around in nearest to me
i want to breack that muffle but i never knew how
my problems are of not somthing it would be vocaly explainable and when ppl tryried visual aids it tends to get over kill or just plane wrong
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Darn it Red I\'m sorry you struggle with this. I can only imagine how hard this is for you.
With epilepsy, meds and fatigue I keep trying to hold onto words, but yours is harder and more emotional. I can\'t talk to my family about things either, keep writing in a journal for release. Find that comfort in yourself, my new friend :)
I get it totally. I try to talk to mine about anything at all and I get nothing in return. She abused me as a teen physically, emotionally and mentally. As an adult, the physical stuff has stopped. But since I have become so ill and had to move back in with her and my dad , it has gotten so bad there are no words to describe how I feel. This weekend she has stopped speaking to me altogether. I can\'t even begin to tell you the last time I got a genuine hug from her or my father or even really had a shoulder to cry on, family wise.
Know that here you are not alone. There are many wonder people and lots of strong, yet soft shoulders to cry on. I will even gladly lend you mine! I look forward to getting to know you!!