In the third grade for the new year was something like a mascara. My mom told me that she would bring a rabbit suit (not just a mask, but a straight suit). I said not to bring it, I don’t want to go in it. But Mommy still brought and forced her to dress.

All the children came dressed and wearing masks. And I am alone in a white rabbit suit with ears and tail. I immediately became a subject of ridicule.

I came home in a depressed mood. Mom asked what had happened. I didn’t want to talk, but I gave up under pressure. The next day, the mother went to school for a break-up, and raised a bowl "who dared to offend the son." In short, classmates had another reason to laugh "Mommy's son, knocker."

My mom was constantly running out for anything. So I stopped telling my mother what was happening to me. My mother was very angry and I was questioned every time.

Even now I rarely share with my mother. I can talk to others, but not to my mom. She’s offended by this, “Why do I learn about you from other people?” and. I already explained to her, but my mother immediately refused.

So when trying to control the life of the child, do not bend the rod.