Trigger warning: Physical violence

One of my fake friends from my past advised me to only say that I was leaving my parents' house when I left it, so that I wouldn't feel discouraged to leave from all the shit that my parents would pull prior to me "getting out." Of course, my parents used the fact that I told them that I was getting out the very moment that I got out against me!

One of my current, real friends advised that I don't tell my mother any more about how I'm posting on Reddit.

Also, when I was in high school, I was told by a teacher that I didn't do a second essay on my Social Studies midterm. So, my parents got angry at me during dinner. I dumped my Chinese takeout on the floor. Then, my teacher told me that I didn't have to do the essay because I had a perfect score otherwise! To that, my lousy psychologist then told me, "You don't have to tell your parents EVERYTHING!" That psychologist was "awful" for having told me that, according to my mother. I refer to that psychologist as "lousy" for other things that she said and did.

I had to wait in my mother's car before being dropped off at my community college while my mother went to a store. I didn't like that. That psychologist told me that "parents don't drive their kids to college." I told my mother this. For years after that, my mother would point out parents dropping their kids off at that community college. Not long after my psychologist told me that "parents don't drive their kids to college," I drove to that college. I still remember my mother screaming as I drove out the driveway when she expected to drive me to that community college that evening. Not long after that, I wrecked my car. I haven't driven since. However, when returning to my parents' house the night I first drove to my community college, my mother told me, "If I did what you had done tonight, you would've beaten me to the CORE!"

Okay, listen. I started becoming violent with my parents after my brother left for college. Nothing that my parents did was normal. They overreact to everything. They don't make sense. I couldn't even ever leave my parents' house on my own. If I'd ever walk out of the house, then my mother would follow me in her car and plead that I "get in the car" from inside her car with the driver's window down.

In 2011, I realized that physical violence doesn't suit me, so I tried so hard not to continue hitting my parents, even when they encouraged me to hit them. I succeeded.

I was told by my mother that that psychologist "gave me bad advice" and that that psychologist "gave me good advice, but I misinterpreted it." Well, nearly 20 years later after that incident with my social studies midterm, WHY, WHY, WHY is my mother still involved?

I would refer to my parents' house as "the house," by the way. I couldn't say "home." I even said as such back then.

Well, while composing this message, that current, real friend told me, "Yeah. Exactly. Don't have to tell them everything. Can leave some things out." This friend is so great toward me.