My toxic psychotic family denies the fact that I had a concussion and nearly refused to allow me to get any kind of treatment for it, forcing me to literally go out of my way to prove my case, despite the fact that they would always deny any evidence that I would give them. Here's what happened. Okay, I need to give some much needed context before I get to the story. Before this happened, I already had a history of at least two different concussions. The first one, I got in middle school after I fell off of a swing set mid-swing, and the second after I hit my head on my garage door like an idiot. There have been other instances of head injuries, but not enough to be labeled as full concussions. My parents are divorced and at the time I was living with my dad full time as my mom

had kicked me out of her house freshman year of high school. For several months up to this point,

I had been planning to go to Legoland with my father to celebrate my 18th birthday in January of

2024. And this was something that I was really looking forward to. Now, onto the story itself,

a little over a year ago before December, 2003, when I was 17 years old, about to turn 18, I was visiting my 14-year-old brother and my mom for dinner. After dinner, me and my brother had a little scuffle over who got to sit in the front seat, you know, as siblings do. But during the scuffle, my brother had accidentally slammed the car door right onto the side of my head. Now, my brother rock climbed six days a week, and I'm pretty scrawny, so I hit my head pretty hard. As I went to sit in the backseat, my head started to really hurt. And even during the car ride, I brought up how the car door had hit me in the head, and my brother refused to acknowledge that he had hit me, let alone apologize. And I got pretty upset by this. When we made it to my mom's house, I asked her why she

didn't do anything about it before I got into my car, and drove back to my dad's place. By the time

I got there, I was bawling my eyes out. I didn't even fully remember why. I just remember being in pain,

and telling my dad how my brother had accidentally

hit me with a car door and refused to apologize. Now the details get a little bit fuzzy here.

So I don't exactly remember the exact dates of everything. I only vaguely remember going to the

doctor's office and getting diagnosed with the concussion. And since this was December, this was right

before finals and my birthday. I talked to my school about the concussion and And since this was December, this was right before finals and my birthday.

I talked to my school about the concussion, and they were understanding enough to let me freeze my

grades and not take any finals. Which, by the way, my grades were all A's and I think two Bs.

They then told me to go home and get some rest, and it was honestly no problem. But it was at this

moment that all the BS really started to gear up, as my parents

became the monsters that I truly thought they would never become. Now, basically, my mom and dad

almost immediately began pressuring me to take the finals so that I can raise my B grades, which were

in my hardest classes. I tried to explain to them that I shouldn't be doing that because I need to

rest. And if I take the exam while I have a concussion, I might run the risk of doing extremely poorly on them and dropping my grades further. But you know what? They would not listen. My dad told me that I should go to the emergency room if I don't feel well enough to take the finals. They kept pushing me to do things while I was trying to rest,

despite how much I tried to emphasize that I need to be recovering. During this, I basically had to

miss my 18th birthday because I was literally asleep for 17 whole hours. Now this, along with the

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