Well, my mother and I just had it out.
Here's what happened…
Normally I have a class on Tuesdays. I knew I wouldn't be awake at the right time to get to class so I asked my mother to wake me up so I could get to class. She gives me a ride there anyways and she's woken me up every other time I've asked so I didn't see the problem.
She didn't wake me up though. I faintly remember her coming into my room once and saying something to me and leaving. When I woke up naturally that night at around 11pm, I thought she'd been nice by letting me sleep.
After all, my class was at 1pm.
Now 8am has rolled around and she came into my room to tell me that she'd not woken me up not because she thought I needed the sleep but because I'm 'supposed to be an adult' and need to learn to take care of myself.
I remind you now that I explicitly asked her to wake me up for class. And she said she'd do it.
And so she didn't wake me up. I was very angry. I've been missing a lot of class lately and I didn't want to miss more. So I got upset and began to remind her that I asked her to wake me up and she agreed to do so.
She fed me the same line about —
She just now, while I was writing, came into my room and began to rant at me about some papers I gave her about Asperger's Syndrome (something I'm trying to educate her about because I feel I share some of the symptoms). Appearently she thought it was the sleep disorder I keep telling her about… which proves to me that she didn't even try to read what I gave her.
…anyways… she fed me the same line about being an adult and needing to take care of myself.
This is the same woman that yelled at me for being shy and not making eye contact with people when I'd been raised to think that eye contact was rude. This is also the same woman that denies I have a sleep disorder, even when I'm never up at normal times for more than a few days at a time.
I've completely lost my motivation to write now that she's come in here to yell at me. I suppose I'll wrap up this post by saying that I pointed out my mother's hypocritical attitude about helping me (some days she wants to help me, some days she's completely absent from my life) and she began to rub in my face the fact that I can't get a job.
There was a lot more said than that but my head hurts and I don't feel like writing anymore.
And so… that's what's just happened to me. I'm not even sure if it's over yet. My mother hasn't left for work yet, she might come back to yell at me more.