I hate the assumption most adults have that label all people under 18 as energetic and peppy. Of course, I used to be that way when I was ≈7-9, but after puberty, everything’s gone down hill. Idk if people here are chill with it, but I’m transgender (ftm), if that emphasizes my point any more. Puberty isn’t the ONLY element of the beginning of my increased negative emotions, but is definitely a large fraction. Another is my mother. I’m stuck with her. I have almost no way out, and my therapist said that getting a legal guardianship from my sister is a way out, but is not by any means easy. They said it was more of a plan B, rather than a plan A. It makes complete sense, other than the fact my mother will not listen to me. The plan A my therapist recommended was to communicate and create boundaries, and let my mother know what behaviors of hers take a toll on me. I have both anxiety and depression, so doing such isn’t an easy task for me, though I still try. My way of trying seems sheepish, but it’s all I can do without panicking and having a heart attack. When I try to test the waters for boundaries, I sort of hint at it. My mother and I have most of our serious talks in the car. There is where I usually try to hint at how some of her behaviors, whether they be from the past or present, that bother me (ex.: spanking children, giving me misinformation &amp; not correcting herself, talking over me when arguing so I don’t get to argue back, etc.). It’s extremely tiring and I’m so fed up with dealing with her. It makes me feel so helpless because she is the reason I am the way I am. Because she talks over me, she’s taught me that I’m never right and mother always knows best. She’s taught me that my opinions are invalid and that my research is invalid unless it’s directed by her. She will tell me pros and cons about hormone blockers that I have never seen on a credible source. I have been trans for 2+ years and she acts like I’m just beginning to research about it. I’ve been doing so for years, even before I first identified as such. I tried to get her to research when I first came out. I’d check in with her every few weeks to see if she had read any of the many articles and research papers I’d shown her, and she never read any (I provided her with those articles so she could understand). She still acts like I’m a little kid who doesn’t have the ability to independently think. She is the reason I’m indecisive. She is why I struggle to make boundaries. She is the problem and the maker of it. I cant escape her, she controls almost all of my emotions. She is the reason why I’m depressed.