Just a short post.

Frequently my dad will tell me he doesn't know how I would be able to get a job or how I'd get along with anyone else or make friends or even survive if I'm the same way towards other people as I am towards him and my mom.

Simply put, I'm a pretty different person inside the house and out around other people. I've tried explaining this before. Mostly I just say that I feel differently about other people than I do about my parents. One day he asked me why, and I kinda snapped and told him that my parents were the only people who told me I was selfish, stupid, uncaring, useless, hopeless and... a bunch of other things I've been called.

About when I said that, I thought- holy shit, it's true. None of my teachers or profs or friends or anyone outside my family has ever insulted me in the same way my family has. And it's like- even if my family supposedly knows me best, it's pretty understandable (and I think normal) that I'd like to be around people who don't call me worthless or make me feel like crap.

It was a pretty sobering realization. It kind of helped knowing that even if I might've deserved the insults, not wanting to be around people who delivered them was a perfectly normal reaction and not weird at all, so I didn't have to continue feeling guilty about not liking their company.