I (18F) am the youngest of four sisters (20, 32, and 34). Growing up, I was labeled the angry, explosive one. I threw tantrums and got overwhelmed fast. Turns out, I have ADHD, and what everyone called “anger issues” were actually impulse control problems. I got diagnosed a couple years ago, started meds, and I’ve really worked on it. I’m not perfect, sometimes I still snap if I forget meds or I’m exhausted but it’s rare and short-lived. Despite that, my sisters constantly bring up my past. We’ll be having a normal conversation and someone will suddenly joke, “Oh, better not say that or she’ll start yelling.” It’s always me they single out. But if I make a joke about how some of them completely shut down during confrontation, I get told I’m mean. It’s like they can dish it out, but I can’t say anything back. This kind of stuff wears me down. I’ve worked really hard to grow and change, and I feel like they don’t care. They still treat me like the little sister who throws tantrums. It’s humiliating and exhausting. It came to a head on Easter. I’d just woken up (yes, I slept in, I’m a teenager and my meds had just been adjusted), and I was a little moody but not yelling or causing issues. Then out of nowhere, my oldest sister made another comment about my “anger.” I just snapped. I told her to shut the f*** up and get over it. My mom immediately scolded me for cussing and “getting angry” again. But how is it fair that I get mocked for something I’ve been working so hard on, and I’m not even allowed to defend myself without being painted as the villain? They say they’ve “seen my progress” and “want me to improve,” but the second I have a bad moment, it’s like none of it matters. Like all my growth disappears and I’m just the angry kid again. I’ve been trying so hard to manage myself, to be calmer, to be better. But they don’t let me move on. Every chance they get, they throw my worst moments back in my face. One of my sisters even called me a narcissist and said I “always play the victim.” But I’m not trying to be the victim. I’m just tired of being the joke. I don’t want to yell or cause drama at every family gathering. I want peace. I want to feel like I’ve actually changed, not like I’m stuck being who I used to be forever. So yeah… AITA for snapping and telling her to stfu? Because at this point, I honestly don’t know anymore.