much luv back mia, hun
wingnut - hope u got my PM on some ideas for detoxing (sometimes weve got to do wat weve got to do......its never impossible!)
i havnt used for 4 days - last use was for a stupid reason really
i invited my dad back into my life too soon for both of us
basically i know i drive him nuts - it seems like i cant get it right!
wen im nervous (and his presence makes me nervous) i talk too much sometimes, and this annoys him
wen he snarls at me about how i talk too much and 'monopolise the conversation' (remember i hav untreated ADHD as well) i just plain zippit

then he snarls about how i dont hav any intrests and just sit there sulking
i dont hav a job (ffs im not exactly well enough for one atm) - oh modding BL doesnt count to him
all im intrested in is animals and 'the bogan culture' (true but all hes intrested in is plants and the 'artsy' culture)
im sloppy
i dress wrong
im too thin....or too fat (depending on which side of 50kg i weigh......im short so this is a reasonable weight but mine fluctuates due to amphetamine-fucked metabolism and frequent bouts of asthma meaning i end up on steroids which put a bit of pork on me, then of course i lose it all again during stressful times cos then i dont feel like eating or i use meth)
my tattoos r 'repulsive'
as ive said many times i hav low self-esteem - i guess partly cos of dads criticism growing up, and partly cos i was ostracised at school due to not fitting into the posh all-girls super-achiever atmosphere there (u can imagine wat thats like for someone with undiagnosed ADHD - i even had a teacher tell me i was destined to b a checkout chick for the rest of my life.....plenty of nice checkout chicks but i know she meant it unkindly)
the only girls i got on with were the other 'bogans' (kind-of a down under term for wat some wud call 'white trash' and others, the car/party/tattoo/metal culture) and we got into drugs together
esp P
anyway this isnt me trying to feel sorry for myself but i guess id bn so long away from dad and his hurtful comments and with that on top of all the other shit thats gone on lately, well i ended up with a needle in my arm on monday
since then ive still had to see my dad until tuesday wen he was carted out of the methadone clinic by security for threatening the receptionist after she wudnt give him info on me (confidential) - he wanted to know wat dose of 'that shit' i was on and whether or not i was still using illicit drugs
he then attacked a friend of mine who was waiting for his dose who said something like 'give it a rest - Lydias about the most honest one of us here, im sure shed tell u the truth' (untrue - id never tell dad i still use P)
he ended up with a black eye just for saying that
he then rang mum and told her its her fault my bro and i r both 'junkies' (actually Liams bn off P for a gd month now and 'junkies' implies opioids, which Liams never tried) and threatened to come after her with an axe
at least im still able to hav contact with my whanau on his side, who ive got to know a bit and love
they, however, sadly hav a warped view on the whole thing and think mum really is the devil dad makes her out to b, 'pushing drugs on us' etc
at least i can say i tried to befriend my dad again - i believe all parents and their fathers shud see each other if poss but its just like i trigger something in him (as do mum and Liam) that no one else does, and were best off without each other
my aunt suggested i write a letter to him but i wudnt even know wat to say - i feel more comfortable talking to her than him, and she knows i still struggle with P yet still luvs me no matter wat
so i used, i feel foul for it, but wats done is done - and ive stacked the weight right back on cos im having one of my cursed bouts of stress-triggered asthma, am eating steroids and going for daily injections (sadly for me IM not IV

) of more steroids so im sitting here wolfing down a bowl of ice-cream and hav had 2 bags of chips just to make myself more criticise-worthy of dad (not that thats hard) cos now im sure im 'too fat'
tbh he can shove it up his ass - his problem, not mine
i hate that i let him get to me enough that i had to go and
use