Two weeks ago I was in so much pain that my friends tried taking me to the ambulence, but were stopped by my family. I first asked my father to take me to the ER, he told me “Your mother is sleeping, push through it” then went to sleep. My own doctor told me to go to the ER. Fine, I waited till morning. 6:00am, texted my mother, nothing. 10:00am, I call her, finally a response. This was the day I realized they don’t actually care if I live or die, and that I’ve been gaslit my entire life, that I’m the crazy abnormal one, and have been supported by them my entire life. I told my mother I could not get out of bed. She told me “Stop lying and stop crying wolf, you’re acting crazy, call your doctor, I’m not taking you to the ER, I have a meeting.” And so, she left. I’m upstairs stuck in my bed. Last time I asked to go to the ER was also originally denied. They found a hernia that would have killed me had I waited one more week. I never have cried wolf. I realized they are the crazy ones.