Teenager: Mom I have anxiety 
Mom: Oh, you have anxiety that’s totally normal everyone gets it once in awhile 
Teenager: Yeah, I know but its more intense then everyone els-- 
Mom: Your fine do not make a big deal out of it. Your being dramatic 
Teenager: Maybe your rig-- 
Mom: I know I'm right ok. anyway, what do you know about anxiety. Im the one that works every day and takes care of your brother and sister and you. What would cause you even the slightest bit of anxiety? 
Teenager: (whispers) I mean there are-- 
Mom: Huh? Speak up child 
Teenager: Grades and--- 
Mom: HA! Grades? You have straight A’s why would that cause you-- 
Teenager: (screams) WELL THEY HAVE TO STAY THAT WAY, DON’T THEY? ALL YOU DO IS CRITISIZE ME! 
Mom: (screams) DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY. IM JUST HELPING YOU! 
Teenager: (whispers) ok mom 
Teenagers mind: I wish she understood how bad it was where I stay up late at night lying in bed looking at the wall over thinking about every little thing that happened that day. Or the fact that i can't get in the cafeteria lunch line without getting anxiety, about people thinking I'm fat for eating. Or how even looking at the clock at school gives me anxiety, when the bell is about to ring because the unknow is just unbearable that I feel like I'm falling, or I'm in a room and the walls start closing in on me and I struggle to breath. Even thinking about this gives me anxiety. It's like constant butterfly's but not the good ones.  
Moms Mind: damn... all I do is be nice to her. Then she yells at me for something she supposedly has. She has no respect.