u/onlyonhereforgood

To be clear before I start ranting, this does NOT include menstrual blood. I was an iPad kid in 2015, with nothing to do other then watch videos. My parents were always at work so I was left alone with my siblings. I was ALWAYS bored from having nothing to do, this caused me to pick up bad habits like nail biting, skin picking and biting the inside of mouth. I'd bite the inside of my cheeks until they were bleeding, and soon became obsessed with the sweet taste. A few years later when I was about 12 I started cutting myself because of emotional regulation problems during my parents divorce. I stared drinking and licking up the blood from the cuts and continue to do so. The taste is so addicting and sweet. I daydream about the feeling and the taste all day. I don't want help, I want to continue into the forseeable future. I don't even know why I'm posting this, maybe I just want to get this off my chest or maybe I'm trying to downplay this to a simple thing I enjoy doing. I have not one to confess this to so reddit is probably the best to get it out of my system.

To be clear before I start ranting, this does NOT include menstrual blood. I was an iPad kid in 2015, with nothing to do other then watch videos. My parents were always at work so I was left alone with my siblings. I was ALWAYS bored from having nothing to do, this caused me to pick up bad habits like nail biting, skin picking and biting the inside of mouth. I'd bite the inside of my cheeks until they were bleeding, and soon became obsessed with the sweet taste. A few years later when I was about 12 I started cutting myself because of emotional regulation problems during my parents divorce. I stared drinking and licking up the blood from the cuts and continue to do so. The taste is so addicting and sweet. I daydream about the feeling and the taste all day. I don't want help, I want to continue into the forseeable future. I don't even know why I'm posting this, maybe I just want to get this off my chest or maybe I'm trying to downplay this to a simple thing I enjoy doing. I have not one to confess this to so reddit is probably the best to get it out of my system.

I, 15 female, was going down stairs to get a bowl to feed my cat, on the way there I'd passed by my mom, 40 female, sitting in her room in the dark. Now for context I like to sit in dark, but every time I do my mom comes in and jokingly says I must be a vampire, and to turn on a light. So when I saw that she was in the dark, I turned to my grandma, 73 female, with a smirk. I led her down the hall and told her my plan for her to do the same as my mom dose to me.

She smiled and I followed her down the hall back to my mom's room. My grandma told her in a joking matter, why her light are off and if she's a vampire. Now from the position I was standing in I couldn't see my mom, but she said that she heard our conversation down the hall. Disappointed by the plain reaction, i went to the bathroom, while I was walking away I heard my grandma ask my mom if she fed her dog. My mom proceeded to tell her angrily "why don't you feed him?" My grandma then said that it wasn't her dog.

After she said that, my mom exclaimed angrily while getting up, that she was going to turn on her light and feed him in a minute. I get to the bathroom do my business, while im washing my handa i hear them arguing about how my grandma wont get off her back and to go yell at me. For context me and my grandma are close, and i rarely get in to trouble, unlike my younger sister that she does yell at. All this makes my mom think im her favorite and her perfect little angel. I leave the bathroom, and on my way downstairs I pass my mom and she says to me, "thank you for making me and Grammy argue again" I then tell her that all I wanted to do was make a funny joke, but she didn't answer, nor talk to me the rest of the night. So am I the asshole?