For a long time my mom and dad have been trying to say everything for me instead of letting me talk myself. Even if I make a little mistake, my dad will sardonically say "OOPS!" for me in a very rude way. I really hate it, and my parents don't seem to care that I can talk myself. When we are around company and I try to speak, my parents will instead say what I wanted to say for me to the others, even if it's NOT what I wanted to say. It's like they are treating me like I have a huge mental retardation or something (they call it "commenting on me"). It really drives me crazy! I try to talk to my parents about it, but they don't like talking about it. (Matter of fact, they don't like talking about ANY of my problems with me.)
It also reminds me of the book "Double Fudge" by Judy Blume. There were these two "perfect" twin girls Flora and Fauna (I know) and their younger three-1/2-year-old brother, "Mini" Farley Drexel Hatcher. Most of the time, the girls will instead say everything for Mini, even though he is capable of talking himself, so instead he will growl and act like an animal because of it (when he's like that, Mini reminds me of a mentally-challenged person.) But when the girls leave for a sleepover with a friend, Mini starts talking for himself, surprising the others. Finally, near the end, this exchange occurs:
"I can talk, too," Mini announced to the Natural Beauties.
"We know you can," Flora said.
"But you don't have to ..." Fauna said.
"Because you have us," Flora said.
"No!" Mini shouted.
"What do you mean?" Fauna asked him.
"I think he means ..." Flora began.
"Stop!" Mini said.
"Stop?" Fauna asked.
"I can talk myself!"
"I guess he's growing up," Flora said.
"I guess he's not our baby brother anymore," Fauna agreed, sounding sad.
Anyone ever feel like this?