Growing up with social anxiety makes it difficult to interact with family members in a nice, cheerful manner. While I was in school all day, I would have to face the anxiety all the time. Interaction was practically impossible for me. And it was that very fact that made me frustrated with myself. I should be able to do this; I shouldn't have trouble talking, etc. So over time, a lot of anger built up inside. My mom would tell me to do things or yell at me for this, that, and so on...and I couldn't take it. I had used up enough of my energy all day putting on a happy face that when I came home, I couldn't fake it anymore. So if she yelled at me, I yelled back. If she told me to do something, I refused.

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