<p>I don't think a social worker would be of much help. Over Christmas break, things got really bad between my mom and me (we got in a really big fight) and I had to spend some time at a teen shelter to chill out. No one listens to you there; they make it seem as if YOU are the CORE problem, that something is wrong with YOU, and that you're on your way to being a delinquent, if you aren't already. I'm sorry to sound like such a bigot, but that was based on my experience. No one really listened to me, and almost all my peers were either child prostitutes or kicked out of juvenile hall for violent behavior. They sent me to a "charter school", which isn't really a school. If you show up at the building, you automatically pass, and the teachers only get paid if you show up, so they really don't teach you anything. It sucked. And counseling only focused on ME, and my parents were not as involved as they should've been. So I'm just going to hang in there with the support I've been getting from my friends.</p>
<p>Also, yesterday went well. I'm not going to a psychiatrist/counselor yet; it's going to take some time because everyone at the hospital's booked. But the doctor in charge of giving me a referal was very nice. Honestly, I'd have to say he's one of the only two adults (the other being my 7th and 8th grade English teacher) who understand me. My mother was trying her best to make me seem like a brat; before she and my dad left the room, she told the doctor that "Kristine always tells us she wants to kill herself, especially if she can't get her way". That ****'d me off. And then she said, "Kristine's been asking me to let her see a psychiatrist for a while now, but I haven't. The reason why is because I don't want people at school to make fun of her because going to a psychiatrist makes you crazy. Honestly, I don't think she's crazy. She's smart [Grr... it ticks me off when she says that, and she really doesn't appreciate it...], not crazy". I was so mad...</p>
<p>My parents then left, and I told the doctor everything about how my parents make me out to be spoiled and selfish, yet all I want is to be involved in something productive. I never ask for material things (the most I've ever asked them was to get me braces, and I've felt guilty ever since...), and all I ask is support from them so I can be successful. I also told him that the suicidal thoughts/feelings resulted from my feeling of inferiority when compared with my rather affluent friends. The fact that my parents discourage socializing and involvement has made me feel unskilled over the years, a waste of space with nothing to give. It wasn't because I "didn't get my way". We then discussed my mother's attitude about seeing a psychiatrist, that truly, there isn't anything wrong with admitting you have a problem and seeking help for it. Again, I was thinking, "But what can I expect. This guy isn't going to take me seriously. No body does. Everyone sides with my parents and they barely see my side of the story, considering that I AM just a kid". I told him about the verbal abuse (towards me AND my little sister) and how my mom's excessive spending from QVC is starting to bother me, especially since she likes to rant about how we can barely afford anything. Yet here she is spending! I told him about my ambitions concerning college and ECs, how my parents look down on them, and again, I think he'll scorn me and won't take me seriously. I thought he was going to laugh at me. But despite my expectations...</p>
<p>He understood. He sympathized. And he told me that he thought I was a really great kid. He assured me that there was nothing wrong with aiming high. The guy went to STANFORD (w00t!) for undergrad., and he told me he had peers like me whose parents were the same way. These people stood strong. They pulled their ways through. They got there on their own, with no money, and their hard work eventually led to full-ride-scholarships. He told me that "yes, it would be great if your parents supported you, but sadly, you might have to do this on your own, but I think you can do it. You'll make it. And you're just a freshman, so you have plenty of time". Not even my counselor could've been so nice. It really made me feel good inside. Someone actually was glad to have met me and given me advice and reassurance. Someone cared. Someone understood. </p>
<p>And we talked about my parents' lack of support. I told him that both my parents had dropped out of high school, and then we were led to conclude that perhaps my ambition and desire for success intimidated my parents. Like kman stated earlier, my parents are the people who don't want me to achieve more than they did. In a way they feel inferior, and looking at me, they think of what they could've been when they were my age. And that has led to their resentment, a flaw on THEIR part. Considering this, I realize that I don't deserve to feel rotten. I don't deserve to feel like a thorn in my parents' asses. It's their attitude that's brought this forth, and it doesnt' need to meddle with my personality that has already been falling apart...</p>
<p>All and all, it was a good day. Surprisingly, my dad didn't try to pry into our discussion and criticize what the doctor and I talked about. I felt better, and even though I most likely will have to find success on my own, I believe it will make me a stronger person better equipped to face life's future challenges. </p>
<p>Sorry. This may seem really long to some of you, but I just wanted to divulge the outcome of such an englightening day. Many people don't understand the importance of sympathy and support, but really, these things can go a long way. They really can help a person feel better--and though many adults may not realize this--just taking some time to talk to a youth (even if you are a stranger) may just be enough to give him/her some inspiration, ensuring that he/her will be on the right path of goodness and prosperity. No matter what, I will find my way, and there is NOTHING my parents can do to stop that.</p>