My Vent Book

Panic

So this is a short story of how I started to have more panic attacks then the average human being.
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So one day my mom was going out with my date to go get groceries from the store. And I don't remember what my mom told me to do that day, but she told me to do something...

Since I have ADHD it takes my brain more time to process commands completely before I actually do them. But instead of my Aunt and Sister understanding this, they both asked me  "what did your mom tell you to do before she left?" I wasn't sure what to say... but that's when I remembered what she told me. I was about to get up and do it, but instead my Aunt thought I was being lazy... and started to yell at me...

I was just sitting there... speechless... that's when for some reason my sister start to yell at my brother...

I was so confused... until my Aunt got up... and told me "well?! What are you waiting for?! Get your lazy ass up and go do what the fuck my sister told you to!" Again I was about to get up, when I realized... what would she do... if I... didn't?

I then said as calm as possible "ok ok... I'm sorry for not getting up... I'll go do it right now..." but that wasn't enough for her... as I was getting up... she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to my moms room... "what the hell was that for?!" I screamed and agony... "YOU ARE SO FUCKING LAZY! ALL YOU DO IS GET ON YOUR PHONE!"

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"What?" I was so confused... that's when my brother... yes my brother tried to help me. Before my Aunt could do more damage he grabbed her hand and said "don't touch my sister..."

My sister and my Aunt... they started to hit us...

N-Now just imagine this. A 30 something year old and a 20 year old beating up 2 pre-teens....

What would you do? Do you fight back... or do you record them?

Well that's what I did since my Aunt said I'm always on my phone, I used to to protect myself! I recorded them beating us up, yelling at us, call us assholes. That's what I did I recorded it all... but I don't know how but my sister found out and took my phone...

Now I had no proof...

No evidence...

Nothing...

So... I punched my Aunt... and that's when it happened... the panic attacks... I think I had 4 that day...

I'm not sure... but my brother had something worse... a asthma attack...

No one did nothing... at all... they didn't even TRY to help him...

The ambulance was called...

My Aunt was kicked out... and my sister had 3 months to find a job and somewhere else to live...

Now because of them... I have panic attacks... and PTSD attacks...

It's all their fault... their to blame...

I hate them...