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HELP!</a></div><div id="b_12259" style="display: none; padding: 5px 5px 2px 15px; font-size: 0.9em; border-bottom: 1px dotted #DDDDDD;">Hi, this will be my first post on here and I really need some advice or help and I’m beyond desperate. My mother is a shoplifter, and I’m only a teenager and I’m the only one in the family that knows and I’m scared to go anywhere with her because I know she will steal items. <br /><br /> So basically since before I can remember, my Mom would steal things. Mainly it was groceries (she would get plastic reusable bags and bag everything up in an empty aisle and walk out looking like she payed) and I remember watching her do this when I was around 5 and not realizing it was stealing. I didn’t realize until i was around 7. She wouldn’t just steal groceries tho, she would steal perfume, lotion, makeup, shoes and other goods. This is where it gets a bit complicated, after doing this for years, she got caught around 2years ago and was put on house arrest, I am the only person who knows that she has ever shoplifted/ that she was on House Arrest. At the time, she told me she had a disorder and was going to seek treatment, but she never did. After she attempted a fake 2 minute apology for years of emotional distress, I sort of forgave her. I know it seems impossible but deep down inside, i wanted to believe that she just made a mistake and that everything was going to stop. And for a little bit, it did. I didn’t really see her take anything and I thought she was better, until she started again. One day we were at the store and I saw some stuff she stuffed into her purse and I couldn’t take it and ran out of the store into the car. She then came into the car after finishing shopping, and flipped out. She kept on pressing me to tell her what made we leave and sorta came off scary when she began listing off random reasons I ran out, (Did you see your crush? Did something happen on Instagram? Etc) then she got this overly confused (and sort of scary) exaggerated face and went, “is it because of ME?” I just kept on saying no to everything she said cause I didn’t know what else to say. Things have just gotten worst from there, one time I was in the store with her (cause she manipulated me to go with her I didn’t want to) and I was walking behind her and she started getting REALLY mad at me for no reason. She said “stop stalking me you weirdo” and “go find this random thing, NOW”. I just walked a few feet away and I kept my eye on her and she went into an empty aisle and shoved some stuff into her purse. When we were waking out the alarm thing went off and my heart sank but nothing happened, we just kept walking  and no one realized. In the past months or so she has appeared with new makeup and luxury soap and lotion and all this crap, and she has come home with groceries in reusable bags, meaning she stole it. Recently she noticed I was getting extremely distant from her (and I think rightfully so),and we had “a talk”. after prying for ever, I told her it was because of her taking stuff and she took a FIRM position that she hasn’t taken anything since she was on House Arrest and that she only stole stuff in the first place because she was “desperate” and didn’t have money, however that’s a straight lie. We aren’t by any means super well off, but when she started stealing my Dad had a great job and we were going on vacations to Disneyland, Las Vegas and California. Not to mention my grandparents are relatively well off and would help us out if we really were that “desperate”. Anyways, she started pathetically crying SWEARING she hadn’t done anything, but I know for a fact she has. That night I went to a friends house and she sent me an angry text saying I was going to start showing her respect “and stop treating her like a thief” BUT SHE IS ONE. Now, we are in an awkward position, and it’s extremely complicated because she’s my mom and I want to love her and sometimes we get along sort of (it sounds crazy I know) but I’m starting to come to a breaking point. Thank you so much if you’ve read all of this.<br />I’m currently crying while typing this, it probably ...<br /> <br /> <a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/shoplifting_mother%C7%83%C7%83_help%C7%83_c-3_u-446624_b-12259.html" class="postlink-local">[ Continued ]</a></div>');
		
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		document.write('<div style="font-size: 1.1em; margin-bottom: 5px;"><a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if(document.getElementById(\'b_8568\').style.display == \'none\'){document.getElementById(\'b_8568\').style.display=\'block\';}else{document.getElementById(\'b_8568\').style.display=\'none\';}if(this.style.background.search(\'https://www.psychforums.com/styles/prosilver/theme/images/blog/min_dark_blue.gif\') != -1){this.style.background = \'url(https://www.psychforums.com/styles/prosilver/theme/images/blog/max_dark_blue.gif)\'; this.style.backgroundPosition = \'0px 12px\';}else{this.style.background = \'url(https://www.psychforums.com/styles/prosilver/theme/images/blog/min_dark_blue.gif)\'; this.style.backgroundPosition = \'0px 12px\';}" onmouseover="this.style.backgroundPosition = \'0px 12px\';" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundPosition = \'0px 0px\';" style="margin: 5px 3px 0 3px; float: left; background-image: url(https://www.psychforums.com/styles/prosilver/theme/images/blog/max_dark_blue.gif); background-position: 0px, 0px; width: 12px; height: 12px;" /><a href="https://www.psychforums.com/blog/Psychology/logging_my_journey_c-3_u-289698_b-8568.html">Logging My Journey</a></div><div id="b_8568" style="display: none; padding: 5px 5px 2px 15px; font-size: 0.9em;">I saw that people on this website are able to have a blog, and I took that opportunity. Though I may not have much experience with blogging--besides having a tumblr account--I love to write. Amd I&#039;d like to document everything that happens to me. <br /><br />My name is Maggie. I&#039;m an 18 year old caucasian (biological) female. I do prefer male pronouns, but not many people acknowledge that. <br /><br />Thus far, my significant other (Autumn) and I have met two alters. The most prominent alter&#039;s name is Reiner. To my embarrassment, he is a character from the anime &quot;Attack on Titan&quot;. Reiner Braun is a rather tall, muscular blonde boy. If you want more information on the character, check the anime&#039;s wiki. <br /><br />He is friendly most of the time, but he can be pretty aggressive or sad or angry or confused or frustrated... He&#039;s an alter. He&#039;s a person... Kind of. I like to think that he is his own person. <br /><br />Strangely enough, I&#039;ve spoken to him, before. A few nights ago, I switched to Reiner mode. Autumn told me that he was freaking out and panicking and speaking in German. (For the record, I only know how to say a few things in German.) Somehow, in the midst of his anxiety attack, my mind showed up. I felt as if he was sitting directly next to me... And I started speaking to him (in English). After a while of using Google Translate and trying to calm him down, he began speaking in English, again. Reiner was talking to Autumn and me about what was bothering him, why he was so afraid... This experience was one of the weirdest and scariest things I&#039;ve ever been through. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />I&#039;ve been raped, molested, and I found my mother dead. This felt equal to all of those things. Maybe it shouldn&#039;t have been up that high, but it definitely was. <br /><br />(TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)<br /><br />The past few days and nights, I&#039;ve been able to speak to him. The three of us--Reiner, Autumn, and myself--have a pretty good relationship. For some reason, though, last night, I completely forgot about everything. I forgot the progress we had made by somehow getting my two personalities to interact... Everything. After Autumn tried to remind me for half an hour, I remembered everything. And I&#039;m glad. <br /><br />My other alter, we found, is a 28 year old woman named Scarlette. She is, apparently, a kindergarten teacher. Autumn really hates her and claims that Scarlette is a b****. &quot;She&#039;s one of those women who believe themselves to be &#039;cool&#039; and &#039;one with the teens&#039;.&quot; I don&#039;t exactly blame Autumn for disliking Scarlette. We don&#039;t know much else about this alter, besides the fact that she likes pigs and the color teal. <br /><br />Thank you so much for reading... If you have anything to say or ask, please do so! <br /><br />If you wanted to email me, my email is tamakisrose@gmail.com . Thank you!<br /><br />I love you. You&#039;re important. <br /><br />♡</div>');
		
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