they help other kids instead of their own

how your parents are psychiatrists, but yet they help other kids instead of their own

this one was interesting. my father was a child psychiatrist, my mother one for adults, and neither did a single thing when i was suffering after our move to america. it just was a bit crazy that nothing was done and i was simply left alone. i guess in my quest to overturn every stone and rock i uncovered this one, and its not a pleasant thought to think that i was ignored my my parents. i feel like i should have been given some help, that when i was feeling badly i should have had someone coming to meand trying to make me feel better. i feel like if i had this i would have done much better in highschool and perhaps in college as well. instead i was ignored and the problems in my life overwhelmed me. sometimes i need hepl in this life, and when i don't get it, there is no chance for success. the problems is when i seek help out and never get it. its not that im afraid of geting help. its that i search for it in the wrong places. the people i go to never did help me out. and i asked my parents but they didnt help me. i think the thing about it is they should have been able to help me, seeing as my father was trained in treating children like i was at the time. and i think that he didnt come through for me like he should have. or like he could have. he was trained in ways that could have opened me up and sorted my problems. but i think my father for some reason resisted using his techniques on me. if iw as perhaps too difficult for him to tackle perhaps he should have reccomended me for a visit to one of his coworkers. but my mother she has never really been much help to me i feel like instead she tries to act like a victim around me and doesnt really try and help all that much. but my father long story short used to treat children around my age while i stayed at home miserable suffering from the same home problems my father saw in his patients.