My Mom | The Parent I Was Raised With with No Self Awareness

The time has finally come. I first wrote a Dialogue article about my mother and my sister a while ago. Then, I deleted those two articles because I felt uncomfortable sharing tea about the people around me.

However, since my mom still has a trace of that fifteen minutes of fame that's still happening for some reason, due to the fact that my mom made an appearance on the local news (Univision Chicago) over her pozole (which happened while I was in high school), I would like to share how her fame obsession affected how I see her.

I remember writing on the then-deleted article about my mom, I compared my mom to Meryl, a character played beautifully by Laura Linney in The Truman Show. Like Meryl, my mom likes to be the center of people's attention and signs herself up to promoting ads (such as: health videos, recipe videos, life hack videos, YouTubers she follows).

My mom is also a problematic bitch who would sell her soul to have me say that I'm the problem in her everyday life. As a matter of fact, everyone in her everyday life. Specifically, the rest of my family. She obviously isn't a psychology expert to understand why we feel bothered by her. That's her personal problem.

Here's my unpopular opinion: the "clean house = happy wife" aspect of housewives and mothers is a very toxic stereotype every woman would accomplish. My mom caring about the floors, the dishes, the food over me and everyone else is the most egotistical thing my mom has ever expressed.

"AnD lOoK aT yOu PuTtInG tHe ClEaN dIsHeS iN tHe SiNk!" BITCH, THE DISHES AREN'T PEOPLE!

"BuT tHaT's YoUr MoM-" True. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate my mom's company sometimes. However, she's dumb. She's fucking dumb.

She's also ableist. Just because I'm autistic, doesn't mean my behavior should be the same as my siblings just to please her. I don't like being in a one size fits all family. I need accomodations like every other autistic human being. If I'm angry at her over a minor inconvenience, something that affects my routine, she cries tantrum, even though she responds to my anger by throwing a tantrum herself.

Her responding to me and my family's developing attitude is weird. Just don't respond and wait for them to leave. Or better yet, leave the room. But she's going to respond anyway, and she's making herself look like a fucking fool.

Look, I might be dealing with personal things, such as: getting over my psychosis with meds and therapy, and accepting the fact that people in my life and past have taken the fact that I had to stay a week and a half at a mental health clinic, in 2017 at 17, for granted. My mom is one of those people who took that for granted. Also, Omar.

Now, I have two places to talk about how much of a trainwreck my mom is: my personal email (in newsletter format for my therapist and only my therapist) and this Leaflet publication you're in (that I can also share with my therapist). Let's see where her antics lead her.

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