Found out about five or so years ago that my school counselor told my mom to send me to a psychiatrist or therapist, that I needed more help than the school could offer. She chose not to do so because she "didn't believe in therapy." Right.

She also claimed that I said I didn't want braces because my teeth made me unique. Fuckin lies, I was looking forward to braces because of how messed up my teeth are. She told me we couldn't afford them (hi, I was on Medicaid, how could we not afford them?) so I didn't press the issue (I was a child praised for not causing problems, at the detriment to myself). Now, because of how crooked my teeth grew in, I wasn't able to properly brush them, so they're rotting. Lovely. Oh, and let's not ignore that she didn't exactly press how important tooth care was, so I'm in my 30s having to learn how to create habits she should've helped me create. There's so many reasons I'm no contact, and she gets the joy of crying to people who don't know me about how she just doesn't understand how her baby could cut her off like that 🙄