Question by xd409: Emancipation/living away from home in Washington state?
Stuff at home isn’t working out for me.
i recently ran away to stay with a couple of my homeless homies of mine.
I came clean about all the drugs i do [vicodine, methadone, valium, weed, cigs, n occasionally drink, but i am now a month and a half sober since i told my mom] and i told her i needed help. agreed to take UA’s and drug counceling. but i told her, before i told her anything. that she had to promise on anything and everything she cares about not to tell anyonet, especially my dad. she agreed. [you can say oh their your parents the need to know this stuff. but im gonna tell you its none of their business what i do. and they damn well have no right to know about my life and everything in it.] a week later…. i wa at my moms. i took my ear gages out like she said [they were 0’s] but they healed up before the closed up. so she could see thru my ear. just enough to see the light on the otherside. she started crying and screaming at me, when it comes down to it, for following her rules. then she started calling me a freak [im not goth, emo, raver, scene, etc. but i wear baggy clothes, sag my pants, a little, and i mean a little bit, at the time long hair, and ear gages that were healing up. pretty much the stereotypical scrub] and i asked her why she couldnt love me no matter how i looked…..
and she said ‘because you make yourself out to be a freak and you’re screaming look at me look at me, im a freak, but i dont want you to judge me, and love me anyways’ and i started crying…. to think my mom really couldnt love me unless i dressed a certain way. and i cried. and i cut myself that night. but the police forced me too my dads cuz we were both yelling and crying to much. then i picked up the phone to call my friend drevyn, hoping she could help. i heard my mom and dad on the phone. my mom saying ‘did you know kjell [my name] smokes cigagrettes frequently. i promised him i wouldnt tel anyone so id appreciate it if you acted like you dont even know. he also smokes weed, and takes these pills called vicodine, and methadone” the conversation went on. they were gonn search my room, after i came clean about it all, choose who i hangout with, pull me out of school, take away my clothes and make me wear preppy nerdy clothes that just werent me [itd be like putting some ghetto gangbaner in aeropostle]. taking away who i was. it drove me over the edge, and the next day i ran away.    Read more...