I had therapy yesterday, and my T made me tell my mother about my attempted suicide on Friday night. BUt when I was talking, I like semi-switched into one of my 'others' and ended up telling her some of the stuff that happened to me. And of course she didn't take it well, she is angry at the people who abused me, and even more angry at me. She abused me at times also, but I didn't mention that thankfully, but she hasn't looked at me the same since, anger for one, but she also said she is worried about what has done to how I view relationships, she thinks I see homosexual relationships as something I want, I don't, no offence to any homosexuals out there, but that just isn't me, I have survived enough like that. She is also worried that I will abuse my nephew, and that really hurts, just because I was abused doesn't mean I will abuse anyone.
She is angry at me, and I wish I could just yell at her that she has no right, I didn't ask for it, and besides what right does she have since she was abusive too? I hate that I told her, and it wasn't even my choice, and that really upsets me. My alter told her, so now she knows, and I wasn't ready for her to know about it, and she hasn't taken it well. I'm sorry to rant on here, but I am upset, and hurt about it all.
Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible in not a declaration, it's a dare.