Sorry I can't understand this sentence. Do you mean your mother is teasing/bullying you bc of your height?
Her intent wasn't malicious, but inadvertently, yes. Growing up, I was projected to be about 6'1-6'3, so my mother would openly talk about how happy she is that I was going to be tall, especially taller than my dad (who was 6'0, and my mom felt she "compromised" when it came to height there). She would also talk about how she'd never date short men, how men around 5'6-5'7 were undesirable or unmanly, talk disgusted about men that height, etc. She told me how women universally dislike short men, how they wouldn't date them regardless of how nice and successful they are, etc. I developed a deep sadness and sympathy towards shorter men, but I was determined that I would never end up there myself. To her, the ideal height is 6'2-6'3, which she made clear to me in childhood; thus, height became an issue of crucial, massive importance to me, and I started doing everything I could to meet or exceed my projected adult height. The thought that I might
only reach 6'0 became scary and concerning to me. Thus, when I reached the age of 5'5 to 5'6 at the age of 12, shooting up above almost all of my male classmates in middle-school, I was ecstatic, since I knew I'd make it to that magical 6'3 mark or higher. Unfortunately, the radically unexpected happened, and I seemed to just stop growing out of nowhere. I asked my mother what was happening, and she said there was no problem, that I'd keep growing; my father said the same thing. I became panicked, pestering them to please let me see a specialist as I
needed to be tall, but they never listened. Eventually, I figured I'd just listen to and trust them, putting my fears aside until 17-18, when I became anxious at the fact I still wasn't growing. So, they took me into an endocrinologist, measured my height at 5'7, took a look at my growth plates, and confirmed the fact that my height growth was over. The problem they diagnosed me with was precocious/early puberty, a condition that happens in about 0.02% of all adolescents where puberty happens far too early and stunts adult height between about 6-8 inches.
When the news came, I became violently angry and smashed my mother's windshield. She kept trying to reassure me over a span of months to years that there was nothing wrong with my height, that I was fine, etc. but I knew this was an obvious lie, since she always told me differently growing up. My dad, on the other hand, couldn't even comprehend what I was feeling. Eventually, however, I discovered LL, and my hope for life was completely renewed. Since then, I've dedicated myself to a bare minimum height of 6'1 and the dream height of 6'3.
My parents still try to dissuade me from time to time, especially my mother, but occasionally she still shows her true colors. One time when my parents were visiting my apartment, she was talking about Tom Cruise, saying she'd never date him since he's far too short--expressing massive disgust at the very prospect. I kept my tongue, quietly looking up his height and finding he was 0.75" taller than me at 5'7.75". When I voiced this, I thought she'd get my point, but she simply stayed quiet and never retracted her words. After that, it became clear to me that I would never be satisfied with the height I'm at: I needed to be 6" taller at the minimum. Since then, I've added about 0.5" from posture and stretching exercises so that I can get much closer to that 6'2-6'3 mark after LL.
Anyways, that's my story. My only concern is that my athletic performance is also absolutely and completely paramount: I won't just be satisfied with full recovery of my athleticism post LL; on the contrary, I
need to continue to get bigger, faster, and stronger even years after my surgery. Both my goals of immense strength/speed and height are mandatory, and I won't settle for one or the other.
