If you would have actually read what I wrote, Krelly ol' pal, you would have realized that my parents play a very small part in this thread. This thread came about more because of the whole Elliot Rodger thing made me depressed. The arguing with my parents just added too it. If you really want to know what's got me frustrated with my parents, it's the way they see me. But some background knowledge may be required for you to understand this. *Sigh* Guess it's story time...
"When I first stared falling asleep in school, I originally thought that if I could just have enough willpower, I would be able to stay awake. I fought it and fought it, all the while telling myself that I was better then this; that I wouldn't doze off this time. But no matter how hard I tried, I kept succumbing to the overwhelming desire for sleep. Eventually, it got to the point where I was sleeping through most of school. I lost the edge I'd had on my peers up until that point and began failing classes for the first time in my life. My teachers and my parents, (even myself to an extent), all thought that I was merely being lazy. I was told to try harder, and try harder I did. But even then, I was unable to keep alert or learn anything in school. I dropped from the absolute highest tracks available all the way down to standard-level classes. Because of all the social and academic ridicule I was receiving when I dozed off, I ended up suffering pretty severe depression. I hated my own "laziness" and my inability to succeed at something that had previously been easy. I even began to seriously question my childhood faith at this point, wondering why God would've made me if he knew how miserable I'd be.
It was extremely rough for a while, but things actually started to improve once my parents figured out that something was medically wrong. It took some time, but I was eventually diagnosed with Narcolepsy and put on medication for it. I could go on about all the different medications we've tried, their side-effects, and stupid health-"care", but this autobiography is probably already longer then anyone cares to read. Long story short, I'm thankfully now able to function mostly as normal due to my medication. I still doze off during school on a daily basis and I'm still a lot more tired than I'd like to be, but my condition is way more controlled now."
Blah, blah, there's my lengthy sob story. (Glad I already had that written out.) Sorry if you had already seen it, I'm not trying to turn this thread into my own pity party. I'm merely trying to provide some perspective.
Anyways, having this mental disorder means I see the world differently than my parents did when they were my age. I'm tired all the time, (to varying degrees), and therefore life isn't really as fun for me as most teenagers. It's made me a very introspective person and made me wonder what I should spend my short time on Earth doing. My parents don't really understand this part of me very well, as their minds operate in a completely different way than mine does. They try to understand, (and they think that they do), but they just plain don't. They still consider me a lazy, immature child. Most of our arguments stem from this fact. I could go into the specifics of what's bothering me, but I'd rather not for time's sake.
So Dr. Krellin, if you want to tell me I'm a spoiled brat who's throwing a temper tantrum be my guest. (At least it'll save the rest of the forum from your ignorant ranting for a while.) Just remember next time you go to criticize someone and call them a whiny son of a gun that you really don't have a clue who they are or what their life is like...
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