I was overly sheltered, and I begged my mom to let me play sports, and she gave me some retarded rant about how only coaches kids get to play sports even though I lived in a tiny town and that team sports were bad because you had to rely on other people even though you work with other people in the real world, but my mom insists I start an online business. so I can stay with her forever and never have to work with other people. My mom has this stupid anti-people mindset, and it's killing me because I always feel great being with other people, but I basically never get the chance to interact with people on my own.
What made this worse was that I wasn't allowed to play online video games because people are bad, even though the little online gaming I played felt so amazing. Then my brother got caught talking to some random person on GTA, and my mom screamed her head off at him because OMG WHAT IF HES A KIDNAPPER? She's so irrational and stupid. my brother. Later, told me it was what sounded like a 12-year-old asking him about his car or something, but my mom thinks she was protecting me from the evil real world and people, even though I am so socially anxious and crippled from it because I'm afraid of her snapping at me like she does when I interact with the "wrong" people or make a mistake.
My mom would snap at me if I started blinking. She snapped at me as a kid if I cried, so now I'm afraid if she even sees me blinking. She yells, "QUIT YOUR BLINKING!" I remember one time when I was a kid I cried in Walmart, and my mom was pissed and said, OMG, insert her friend's name SAW. MY SON CRYING; HE EMBARRASSED ME because she's a narcissist who wants to pretend everything is perfect and that kids don't' cry for some reason. She made me cry because I asked for a bicycle or something, and she yelled at me, NO, which it's very understandable why that would upset a kid.
After this incident, she stayed pissed at me in the car while I was still upset, then my dad left, and he brought me a bottle of water. This meant so much to me because my dad actually cared about me, while my mom only cared about herself and how I made her look in front of people. She then later gave me a half-assed apology, and I pretended to accept it because my dad made me, but this is one of the many instances that made me hate my mom and her stupid way of life. There have been so many instances like this too, but my dad was always nice. While she was always the villain of my childhood, then people on KiwiFarms wonder why I'm so weird.