I definitely hide my emotions from my mother. She is a pretty cold, stoic personality, and I really feel like we're opposites. I am a warm, very sensitive personality. I don't feel like I can share much with her. She's never asked me about my pain, and I feel ashamed even telling her I have any. It feels like I'm complaining. Sometimes, I feel like breaking down and telling her I feel like she doesn't care about me, although I know deep down she does. For a long time in my adult life, it wasn't a problem because I would only see her once a month and I actually felt closer to her. But now that she has a granddaughter, I see her every week. I feel like I'm a teenager again when I had an eating disorder in high school, and my mom never said anything to me about it.