It was my cousin, Albert.
He was always mean to me, and he kept calling me fake whenever I tried to act nice; he tried to show that I wasn't a nice guy by always provoking me until I lost my temper. But the one thing I realize from this is that him calling me fake transcended into a mentality I've had for the past year. It was this: "If I showed signs of recovery, then people would start to call my PTSD fake." He never said this, of course, but him always calling me fake had affected me.
He was always mean to me, and he kept calling me fake whenever I tried to act nice; he tried to show that I wasn't a nice guy by always provoking me until I lost my temper. But the one thing I realize from this is that him calling me fake transcended into a mentality I've had for the past year. It was this: "If I showed signs of recovery, then people would start to call my PTSD fake." He never said this, of course, but him always calling me fake had affected me.
