Guttedbunny's posts

a few months ago something happened. something not so good that helped me realize that I needed to change the way I lived in this household. I won't go into specifics-- I'll just say my mom threatened to send me to the hospital. The next day I went to the psychologist and I bawled to him what happened the night before. He told me promptly that my family and I needed counseling right away. I agreed to this and promised to speak with my mother and father as soon as possible on the matter. Of course, tho, life got in the way and I was too afraid to stand up and say something. Today I finally worked up the nerve to talk to my father at least. It was after a phone call with my mother who he put on speaker as she cussed about not being able to get the 'fucking christmas tree'. It instilled fear into that what happened months ago might happen again so I cried to him 'we need to see a family counselor'. I explained why and gave what happened as an example. He the looked to me as if I was crazy. As if what i said was silly and childish thinking. So were his responses to me. I was begging with every part of my body for something to reach him and say 'you should agree' but to no avail. He continued to talk to me as if it was a some trivial game. it was pointless to say anything to him. even when i told him that the doctor suggested that we go he practically scoffed.
The problem with this WHOLE situation is one, mom will never get help because that's the MAIN reason I wanted this to happen was because of her. She is so very stressed pretty much ALL THE TIME and it rubs off on me. My father, well, is just stuck it in the middle. Counseling would help him if anything too so he could know what to do in another happening.
Two, I'm the one being blamed and ultimately pinned as the one who exclusively gets medicated and counseling. Mother won't stop at nothing to pull the whole I'm gonna call the hospital on your ass' card in those situations. Its not above her to do that again and again and again. Meaning its all being put on me whenever those situations happen. But it takes two to tango is what she fails to realize.
Three, 'I'm the child so why shouldn't they listen to me' is their mentality.
In the end---- I have no idea what to do.
Will we end up just broken pieces?