I’m lucky with this one, but with every medical emergency I’ve had she has taken me to the doctors and has never once complained as she does worry about our physical health. But sadly I can’t say the same for mental health. I remember once when I was about 13 I went to my mom after a long chat with an Internet friend, and told her that I was suicidal, and she brushed me off. A year after that she found me crying in my room and I told her again between sobs that I just wanted to die. She said it was just hormones and that it wasn’t real. I remember her telling the doctors that “[she] had no idea what was going going, I didn’t know that [OP] was depressed, [OP] never told me anything.” While I laid in the hospital bed after overdosing for my first time. I remember her after that, threatening to drag me to the hospital and get me admitted again whenever I had a severe panic attack about going to school, and at one point she actually did it. She said it was because “I don’t know what to do with you”. The only physical health issue I ever faced when it came to her was because of my self-harm. It got so bad to the point where I cut my legs so deep you could see the fatty tissue, and one of them got infected. I told my mom because I was really worried and she told me to “clean it out and put polysporn on it.” So I did. Every day for the next week. I scraped the infected tissue out with my nails and put polysporn on it every day until it healed because I was too scared to ask her again. Fuck that sounds really bad typing it out now.