please share your story, we all know it's not about one upping one another... it's about being honest and getting the sick disgusting hurt out.  I'm gonna share a little bit of mine. my fat mother was being irresponsible and took both hands off the driving wheel to light a cigarette with the windows rolled down driving down the highway. The car rolled over, and because we were going highway speeds and the way we rolled and both windows being down, it was utterly totaled. I have EDS type three, so when I came too, I was sorta just a jumble of bones in a flesh sack lol. Biased on how the car crumpled, it's only because of the fact that I'm disabled I survived, my body dislocated at large major joints, which absorbed the impact preventing my skull and spine from breaking. I was pumping adrenaline and probably in a little bit of shock, but I'd been training for so long to become hyper aware of my body for my movements sake and in this moment it was like I just hit nirvana. I knew what to do because these dislocations happened all the time, and I put myself back together bit by bit all before my mom came too and started freaking out. I was still assessing myself and the car, and we had a cosco sized tub of Twizzlers in the back seat for the roadtrip so I could have a few, and it had gotten EVERYWHERE, and it was just like this tornado of Twizzlers and glass and soil and rushes and so I started to laugh, at which point she snapped out of it and started barking "hey, hey, I need you to keep it together for me" and when someone came to help us her first instinct in her also adrenaline and shock addled mind was "send them away and hide what I've done" I of course did nothing of the sort and graciously accepted the help of the guy who had thick gloves and was able to pull the remnants of the door off so I could get out. The paramedics were very insistent I should stay still because looking at the car they were sure I'd broken bones that caused internal tearing, but the adrenaline kept pulling me back apart cause I was so tense if I wasn't moving haha, and I ended up literally walking away from the car with nothing more the scrapes and bruises.  My mothers arm went out the window and got rolled ontop of. she was utterly horrible because she was so scared through the whole process, but I was super understanding and kind and loving through all of it, because I know I can get like that occasionally too, and shes NEVER helpful when I'm feeling that terror that makes me lash out like a cornered wounded animal, shes not even helpful when I'm reasonable and calm, shes helpful when it's convenient  for her and it will make her look good. I'm thinking maybe she can see, learn from this experience, grow to understand and resent me less for the care taking she has had to do since I was about 11. but then we get to the hospital. Then we discover the reason why she panicked and wanted to hide. She'd been driving. Without A Licence! I discovered she'd been driving without a licence two years prior when she was yelling at her friend over speakerphone about it without realizing I was in the car with him. I had immediately threatened to call CFS and the police if she didn't stop driving immediately and go and get herself a proper licence, because her deciding shes a great driver is NOT good enough. this was especially frustrating because shes always been very controlling of my travel because only she is trustworthy and good enough to drive me around, and she had been pushing me really hard at that point in time to get my licence and learn to drive despite the fact the fact that I'm not comfortable with mah cundishuns to put pedestrians at risk even if they will give me a licence to do to. Me, being a dumb kid and all, thought no more of it after she paid the money and got the learners and was basically almost there, I mean, WHO THE FUCK IS SO LAZY THEY JUST FLUNK OUT OF GETTING A LICENCE???  So now I'm thinking, well, good, hopefully she will get two lessons, a kind one, and a bitter one, hopefully they give her a message to change some things. We get home, and I have to care for her... I have to do everything. Like, she has to care for me, to help put me back together, to pick me up when I have fallen and cannot on my own, but I've never needed her to wipe my ass for me, even when both of my arms are fucked up and not working properly. I never needed her to go fupa snorkeling with alcohol soaked paper towel to keep shit from growing /shudder I put up with sooooooooooooooo much more then I should have, I sacrificed my own health, recovery, and all of my back store of energy just to care for her, all while she was the foulest, most selfish ungrateful cunt to ever fucking exist. I weather it all though, deep down genuinely believing that my dedication and dealing with her will pay off and she can respect and understand me more and be kinder to me when I REALLY GENUINELY DO NOT GET THAT FUCKING BITCHY. If I talked to her when she was actually lifting me the way she did when she was in pain and needed to piss and I had to help her get on the toilet and she was embarrassed, she would fucking drop me, and then scream at me about how I was being emotionally abusive and manipulative if that made me cry.  In the end of it all though, the provincial insurance ended up being found at fault for her accident, and so she got away on being without a licence not with a slap on the wrist, not getting of scott free, She walked away with the fucking bank and learned nothing from it. The reason I'm browsing FPH right now, is because I'm awake since my mom had a bad dream about some shit, and she starts screaming about it and wakes me up and demands I come make her feel better like some fucking toddler that wants you to check one more time to make sure there are no monsters. And this is after just five hours ago she left me abandoned stuck in the bathtub for two fucking hours because I was being to "snippy" with her. We got into a huge fight because I'd already waited for like, half an hour for her to get out of bed and come help me because she was reading a fucking book, and then when she finally did she was gonna fucking walk away from me and leave me trapped because she didn't like my fucking attitude. I was stuck for so long because I had to sufficiently stroke her fucking ego before she would come rescue me. So yeah, she didn't learn anything, fucking anything. Wait no I take it back, she learned she can be even more of an entitled hambeast and expect even more out of me. Never give a fatfuck an inch because they will rightly say "but look how big I am I need a mile." once you concede that they just keep on taking and taking and taking until they swallow the world whole with there blubbery asses.  I feel bad sometimes for hating her, and I don't know what she is going to do when I leave for good, but I can't spend my life worrying about her choices to sink or swim. I'm supposed to be the kid here god damn it.