Summary: Suggest me good books. I've never read one in my life.
I never liked reading books in my life. My mom always bought great books for me but I always prefered movies, video games for stories and narrative. Just last week I started reading Fahrenheit 451 and now I'm addicted. I always had speech problems due to anxiety and being an introvert for years, I always chose to be silent even when I had alot to say. The main reason to start art was to take out my thoughts/ concept and shape them into visuals. Now I'm trying to improve my expression through words and I need your help. Please recommend me the best books to read! - The genres I like are Sci Fi, Adventure, Thriller, can be a manga and fantasy ^.^
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Read the pics. And yep, she loves to do that before serious or important events.
Like e.g. when I was writing my final exams, she was driving me (bc we have no bus or train connection and I was too young for a licence back then) and on our way there, she started to force-question me about my experiences with sexual abuse at school, describing detailed assumptions about what she imagined was done to me and calling me a slut and a whore for it.
I completely broke apart on my way there, I was triggered shitless and actually had to hold myself back of jumping out of the driving car after 30-40 minutes of this kind of psycho-torture. There was no way to turn it off or escape her for over an hour and by the time we arrived, I was complete dissociated, had thrown up all over myself and more embarrassing things. 😯
I wasn't able to participate in my exams like that and it almost costed me my finals, because you have to get a special medical examination and excuse written by a doctor to be able to take another appointment for writing those tests.
I wasn't able to speak or to react, but she told my teachers, I was nervous about the tests and lies how I would have freaked out in the car, that made them angry and claim I was exaggerating and giving my mom a hard time.
She didn't want to take me to a doctor, because success with my final exams was my ticket out of home, as it guaranteed me a scholarship in a school of my choice.
I begged her for hours to get me to a doctor, bc my exams and the hope of getting away from her was the only thing that still tied me to life back then.
Eventually she gave in, but she told the doctor the same story she told my teachers, not a single word of it being true until even the doctor yelled at me and when I tried to explain about me having PTSD and what really happened in the car, nobody believed me.