Yeah, I think the reason I didn't trust anybody was because I just met a bunch of really sh***y folks. Like, whenever I had a problem, people would either make fun of me, make the problem worse, or fail to do anything. Whenever I had some kind of health problem, my mom would either call me a hypochrondiac or not take me to the doctor until the last minute. Or call me a "pain in the ass" if I ever complained about anything, or say I was "ruining her day."
Luckily my dad was a doctor so that kind of worked out.
Everyone in the grade just made jokes about me at my expense, or would run up and say stuff to me just to get a reaction, and that's the only interaction we had. I made friends, but every single one of them turned out to be fake. The teachers, principal, counselor, aftercare workers, and "aides" that worked at my school were all... also the same way.
The aide that I had in sixth/seventh grade that was supposed to help me in class-- I had a lot of meltdowns-- would talk about me in front of my face to another lady, and complain about how I was also "a pain in the ass" and "mean." Or, when I was having a meltdown, would mock me and imitate me. ._. They never listened to what I had to say, only my mom. Like if my mom was like, "Yo, I want Lillikoi to stop crying when they're having a meltdown 'cause it's annoying," then all the teachers/workers/ the f****n' principal will all yell at me when I'm crying while having a meltdown and try to forcefully correct it.