causes of my ptsd diagnosis.

i forgot to mention the conversation i had with my psychologist today. i was expressing my frustration with my mom's refusal to take accountability or EVEN mention how my dad accidentally kicked ME the last time i'm pretty sure i seen him because my mom's selfish narcissistic ass used ME as a "shield" while my dad kicked her and he accidentally kicked ME instead. she's NEVER brought it up to me (probably because my psychologist agreed with me that she's ASHAMED and i'm sure she's afraid of my reaction, my mom just assumes if she just "sweeps the abuse and neglect under the rug" and doesn't address it- IT'LL GO AWAY! my psychologist made the observation that that's how my mom and i are different- i DON'T ignore shit, i address it right away.. the psychologist said that's how i learn NOT to be- from looking at my mom's behavior).. the way i found out was remembering how my grandma brought up the doctors asking her and my mom if i had went through anything that would cause injury to my stomach/abdomen and my grandma said straight out, "i didn't tell the doctors about a fight that tracy and poncho had when poncho was kicking at tracy, tracy had stacy in her arms and turned to get away from him and accidentally kicked stacy." my grandma was condoning my mom's selfishness and neglect. my grandma called my dad "poncho" for some reason. i went through MOST of my life without a damn father because my mom is selfish and uncaring. since i know she lives to read my blog because she likes reading about how fuckin horrible of a person she is because someone cares enough about her to talk about her (and since she's an ignorant ass, she doesn't care if it's revealing how shitty of a person she is- JUST AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT HER!) after having to have been cut open at least TWO times due to her selfishness- time for someone to actually let her know how fucking horrible of a person she is. everyone is probably saying, "SHE SHOULDN'T TALK ABOUT THE WOMAN WHO GAVE HER LIFE LIKE THAT!".. so she gave me life.. the credit goes to MY GRANDPARENTS for basically raising me. she never shot hoops with me and went to ALL of my basketball games (and i'm pretty sure one of the bigger reasons why i even was on the traveling team when i was younger was thanks to my grandpa knowing the banker who was one of the coaches of the team). she never taught me how to read. the credit goes to my grandma who refused to listen to people when they told her i was illiterate (i think because my mom is basically illiterate when i was growing up.. until she COINCIDENTALLY knows how to read my blog now) and my grandma used hooked-on-phonics to have me reading when people tried to tell my mom and grandma i was illiterate. she CAN'T take credit for ANYTHING in my life. oh.. maybe she can take credit for all those times she left me alone at her house while i was wheelchair-dependant and she went to the bar to play pool! *claps* nice.. *rolls eyes* and people WONDER why i hauled ass when i got my driver's license and took the opportunity to go to new york without the acknowledgement of my mom and/or grandparents.. or anyone for that matter. it's NOT like my mom REALLY cared anyway and i had anything to lose! she can put her "concerned parent" mask on now and act like I am the crazy one. not after at least TWO surgeries on my abdomen organs. you've done more damage physically AND psychologically to me than ANYTHING. my advice is to just LET ME create my life without trying to pull my bum mommy or my family who acts entitled to a relationship to me after they've done NOTHING for me along with me and/or ask permission to go where i'm going!.. except joe but it's not fair to stack all the responsibility on him.. and he's told me several times, he's supportive of me as long as i'm truly happy. that's MORE than i can say about ANY of my family members who only show care when it's convenient and/or beneficial for THEM.