So each time I see a new Doctor my mother says,"

"SO what is your diagnonsence now?" This time I hesitate, giving her something to think about. "Are you on dope? Inquiring minds need to know." My diagnosis doesn't change from doctor to Doctor mother. You think if I go see a different one, take a different pill, or try another treatment, well that will help...What will help is if you mind your own business, let me tell you what's going in my life, and stop being so controlling over who I see and where I go, and what I do. It's nothing like you think, because you always think negativity, and when you speak to me like this, I am forced to re-direct you into learning how to treat me with the respect I think I earned. Just because I don't know how to work, doesn't mean I love having this life. I want to work. It just costs me too much to do it. I only earn eighty five dollars a month no matter how hard, no matter what the job, no matter what I do, the rest is taken and I cannot afford to besides I already tried to volunteer even at the thrift shop. SOmething to do during the day. I just stay out of trouble. That is all. I just do my arts and crafts, mind my own business, and speak to peers, and friends. Do I need your permission at age 38 even if you are paying for me?