<p>thank you for all your responses.</p>
<p>my dad is in no way uninvolved in this--he is more of a scapegoat than i am. my mom sees enough of him in me to make me guilty by association. i am affected by it more than he is (for reasons of age, personality, habit, etc), and i think he may not realize how much. his parents got divorced when he was five, and he's reluctant to do the same. besides, all negotiation would take place across two continents (america and europe) and it'd be amazingly complicated. he says he used to hope it would get better, but it hasn't and he's not sure where to go with it.</p>
<p>and i know that conflict between mothers and daughters is to be expected, but there's a clear difference between how she treated me when i was 12 and how she treats my sister.</p>
<p>i've been trying to piece things together, partly from my own memory and partly from what my dad has said. as i understand it, for the past 15 years or more she's been essentially unhappy. if it's not dad it's her work, her colleagues, and so on. since she and dad work for the same employer, there is this perceived competition between them (dad says this is ridiculous) and she blames all her issues on that. e.g. her colleagues don't respect her because they think she's ruining her husband's career, she doesn't get the promotions she wants because her superiors are chauvinist bastards and only pay attention to him, she hates the place and wants to quit and feels that he betrays her when he doesn't agree to resign with her.
my only real crime is resembling my father.</p>
<p>the point about the counselor--she was using my parents against me as a way to blackmail me into things i didn't want to do. as i said, i almost failed a course because she kept taking me out of class to talk, and when i said i didn't want to go she said that in that case i didn't leave her any choice but to contact my mom. so i went, and i got a referral home saying that if i didn't get my grades up i would fail the class, and naturally i got into trouble. luckily this was in eighth grade and had no impact on my transcript. (i managed to pull the grade up to a b eventually.)</p>
<p>two years ago i was on the verge of suicide. i used to lean over railings in high places and imagine falling. i still have scars on my wrists from where i cut myself and picked the scabs. i'm nowhere near that anymore, and i think the main reason would be the friends i've made since then.</p>
<p>someone asked how all this has affected my daily life. i've built up a careful veneer of composure, but most of the time i feel like i might crack (i sometimes do). i don't neglect my schoolwork, partly because i genuinely enjoy learning, partly because despite what my mother might think, i'm desperately eager to please. also, this may sound corny, but when teachers devote their lives to sharing their knowledge with kids (who don't usually appreciate it) i feel that the least amount of respect we can give them is to take their work seriously. i have lovely friends, and for that i am eternally grateful, but i know that i sometimes stretch their patience further than is really comfortable. like when i get to school wound up and distraught after being yelled at in the car, ready to lash out at anyone who speaks to me (or cry in public, which is worse). and then i hate myself for hurting the only people who are always there for me. most others probably think i'm just naturally foul-tempered, but i feel like i'm permanently on edge, ready to be set off. </p>
<p>oh, and i flinch when people try to touch me. i don't know why that happens, because mom very rarely hurts me (she did hit my head against the wall, but that was five years ago, and only twice), but the mere idea of physical contact makes me uncomfortable. like, to the point of running from a boy who likes me in the middle of a slow dance and standing barefoot in the snow knowing he'll take it personally but still not being ready for warm hands on my waist, like that, right in front of everyone. even wanting to stay, but running because i panic.</p>
<p>sometimes when i'm about to sleep and mom is in one of her better moods she comes into my room, leans over me, and pins me to the mattress, stroking my face and hair. she knows i hate when she does that. she thinks my "problems" are something that'll disappear with practice.</p>
<p>and maybe they will, but only if it happens on my terms.</p>