Parenting So Bad It Hurts
(Both my parents are doctors, which means that they have very little patience with any of their children’s health problems. The rule growing up was, “If you can complain about it, you can go to school!” At age 12, I have a terrible skateboard accident and walk into our home with blood pouring out of a massive gash in my head, and several broken ribs. I gasp to my parents:)
Me: “Guys, it hurts when I breathe.”
(My father looks up from his book.)
Father: “Then don’t.” *goes back to reading*
Mother: *screaming* “And stop bleeding on the floor; I just mopped it!”
(I went next door and our neighbours took me to the emergency room, where I spent the night. My parents didn’t even notice I was gone, and gave me grief for missing school.)