My Mother Ignored My Pain, Then I Was Gone

My mom took me for a mental health evaluation. While filling out the form, I checked the box next to "Frequently feel sad." She immediately snatched the pen and crossed it out.

"How could you possibly be sad? Who in this house has ever mistreated you?"

I checked "Social anxiety." She frowned again.

"You were so bubbly when you were a kid. Stop filling this out with nonsense."

I didn't argue.

Since she said I wasn't sad, I changed the answer to "Never." Since she said I slept perfectly, I erased "Frequent insomnia."