Help.

I do not hate my family, but at moments I wish I had the strongest drink possible.

Today was one of those days.

I was getting something ready for the easter dinner when my mom asked me if I ever had any meds for my ADD(it's really bad) and then talked about how I was diagnosed with it but never got any meds. After that, we went down the grocery list of the diagnoses that I got from the psycharitrist that shall not be named(she was good though) until my grandmother said "PTSD, why was she diagnosed with that?"

My mom says calmly "For abuse, she was sexually abused"

My grandmother gave me the look of "yeah right" and kept doing whatever. Mom tried to say what happened, but she had it all wrong(ages and such) so I told her.

There was a few minutes of quiet until my mom said "Well the guy who did the thing is still alive, let's go kill him" , with a smile on her face.

I didn't get the humor in that.

Before this lovely incident, I went to Colfax to see my family and I tell you..it was a BAD IDEA. I had to sit there hearing about how my meds must be working because I seem so sane...

Guys, I tell you...

I need either a hug or a drink.