This blog is to help me say my story, share my pain and hopefully get some help. I am stuck. The law won't help me and it seems like the only way to escape my parents is emancipation. However, I need to know that I have support and that's I'm not alone. This is also to share my story and tell other teens in similar circumstances that they are not alone in their suffering.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Medical Habits
This isn't supposed to sound like complaining, just to be facts. My parents react to injuries differently. Mom tends to take me to the ER whenever I have an injury that she cannot take care of. I had a good ping-pong size growth under my arm, which was sliced open and drained. When it comes to medication too, she is right on top of it, making sure I had some, I got refills, my wounds got cleaned, and my inhaler stayed full. Dad, on the other hand, does not take me to the doctor unless I absolutely have to. For example, when I broke my ankle and then my foot, I went straight to the ER. However, when I had a severe cough for three months, I coughed up blood and finally went to the clinic, I had walking pneumonia. I have had one third of the breathing capacity of an adult. My father refuses to believe that I have asthma, though the doctors have tested and given me medication for it. He also refuses to believe that I am allergic to chocolate, which I have been since birth. Another thing is my menstrual cycle. I hurt so bad and my sister too. I was on birth control to help my pain and regulate it. However, he refused to help pay for the doctor's visit, so I could no longer take birth control pills. He barely even paid for that, making me take it out of my allowance.
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