Over the last few days, former Nickelodeon star Jennette McCurdy has grabbed the headlines, as she preceded and after the publication of her controversial book entitled I’m Glad My Mom Diedthe darkest and most terrible secrets have been revealed that the interpreter of Sam Puckett, in the series icarly, She suffered from a very young age from her mother, Debra McCurdy.
Ahead of the release of her memoir, the 30-year-old former actress also revealed that in addition to issues with her parent, she had to deal with abuse from a bully during her life as a child star.
Two days after the launch of Jennette Mccurdy’s book, Facebook user Alee Salinas shared a publication in which she claims to have finished reading the ex-actress’s copy and claims to be surprised by everything that the interpreter of our beloved Sam Puckett had to live and endure since childhood.
Stating that during the reading she felt “suffocated and trapped” by the desperation and helplessness that caused her to read everything that Jennette suffered, in the comments section of her publication, Alee listed the things that most impressed her about I’m Glad My Mom Died.
Below we list for you the most shocking things that Jennette Mccurdy experienced with her mother, for whom, according to the book’s prologue, the former Nickelodeon star lived to please and make happy.
1. This was the last thing he said to his mother
Mommy. I’m so skinny right now. At last I weigh eighty-nine pounds (40 kilograms).
2. His life purpose was to make mom happy
And if she’s really going to die, what am I supposed to do with myself? My life’s purpose has always been to make Mom happy, to be who she wants me to be. So without mom, who am I supposed to be now?
3. His mother’s frustrated dream was to be an actress
You know how much I wanted to be an actress. “But grandma and grandpa didn’t let you,” I tell him. “But grandma and grandpa didn’t let me, that’s right.”
4. She didn’t want to be an actress, but she wanted to see her mom happy.
“It’s important for Jennette to want to act for her to do well,” he says.
“Oh, she wants this more than anything,” Mom says as she signs on the dotted line on the next page.
Mom wants this more than anything, I don’t. This day was stressful and not fun at all, and given the choice, I would choose not to do anything like it again. On the other hand, I want what mom wants, so she’s kind of right.
5. Lived episodes of domestic violence
“Deb, you’re a couple hours late, no big deal!” Dad tries to scream through the screaming at him.
“Don’t undermine me! DON’T UNDERAUTHORIZE ME!” Mom releases her wrists and starts slapping him.
“Go away, mom! You already have it!” I encourage her as I always do when my fear passes.
“Deb, this is not reasonable. Need help”. Dad pleads. Oh no. Doesn’t she know that phrase is a great trigger for her? Every time he or Grandpa has had an argument with Mom and said “you need help”, it only makes her worse.
“I DON’T NEED HELP, YOU NEED HELP!” Mom yells.One, two, three, I count in my mind. Less than ten seconds before he comes back. Four five six seven. She’s back and she’s carrying a kitchen knife, the big one Grandpa uses to cut vegetables every night.
6. She couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone
“Sorry,” I say as I poop and Mom wets a paper towel with water. She embarrasses me that she keeps insisting on wiping my ass off. I recently tried to tell her that now that I’m eight, I can do it myself, but she looked like she was going to cry and she told me she has to do it until she’s at least ten because she doesn’t want skid marks on my panties. Pocahontas.
7. He pressured her because she had to be “prettier”
Every “good” thing Mom says about my “natural beauty” is followed by its negative side, which serves as justification for the need to enhance it with a bit of store-bought beauty. And since it seems that every “naturally beautiful” thing about me comes with a downside that needs to be enhanced by store-bought beauty, I begin to wonder if I really am naturally beautiful, or if Mom’s use of the term “naturally beautiful” ” goes in the same place where others would simply use the term “ugly”.
8. I had to make her happy even if she was unhappy
“Of course I don’t like writing more than acting. I never could.”
Hearing the words come out of my mouth, I think I sound fake, with the feigned innocence of the characters in the ‘Leave it to Beaver’ reruns that Grandma insists on watching even though I hate them so much.
Mom doesn’t realize I’m lying, even though it feels so obvious to my bones that I am. I absolutely prefer writing to acting. Through writing, I feel power for perhaps the first time in my life.
9. He asked him to count the calories he ate
I quickly got used to calorie restriction and am pretty good at it. I’m desperate to impress mom. She’s a great teacher because she’s been restricting calories for a long time, she tells me.
“Once when I was little and falling asleep, I heard my mother and father talking in the other room. They said that my brother could eat anything and that his metabolism eliminated it right away, but that everything I ate turned into fat. Those words affected me, Net, they really did. Since then I have restricted myself.”
10. He weighed himself up to five times a day
Calorie restriction has brought mom and me closer than we already were, which is saying a lot because we were already so close. Caloric restriction is wonderful!
We’ve been on our calorie restriction plan for about six months and it really makes a difference. I have dropped three sizes and now wear a size seven ‘slim’ for children. The Holy Spirit tells me to touch the word ‘slim’ on my clothing tags five times each day because that ritual, along with my restriction, will keep me small. Thank you, Holy Spirit!
11. Her mother bathed her with her brother
“NET! SHOWER TIME!” Mom yells from another room.
My whole body freezes. Oh no. Not shower time.
I’ve been dreading showers for a long time, five years or so. Every time I felt uncomfortable that mom still showered me.Sometimes Mom showers me with Scottie. He is almost sixteen years old. She makes me very embarrassed when she bathes us together. I can tell that he does too.
12. In the shower he examined her bust and vagina
Whether Scott is with me or not, Mom gives me a breast exam and a “front ass,” which is what she calls my private parts. She says that she wants to make sure I don’t have any mysterious lumps because it could be cancer. I tell her it’s okay because I definitely don’t want to get cancer, and since mom had it and everything, she would know if I had it.
I usually try to think of Disneyland when Mom is doing exams. I think about the next time Grandpa calls us. I think about the parade, the fireworks, the happy characters and all that.
When the exams are over, a huge wave of relief runs through my entire body and I often realize that this is the first time I have felt my body since the exam began. It’s weird… when exams are happening, I feel like I’m beside myself. As if my body is a shell from which I am disconnected and I am living completely in my thoughts. My thoughts on ‘Main Street’, ‘Fantasyland’, ‘Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride’. (Actually, I don’t often think of ‘Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride,’ because as much as people love it, to me that ride is mediocre.)
13. With his role in icarly appeared “The Creator”
I’M STANDING BEHIND THE CURTAIN in the dressing room of the soundstage, where we shot the show. My arms are crossed over my body. My foot is tapping anxiously. I don’t want to come out from behind the curtain.
“Come out, Net, they’ll just take a picture of you and then you can go.”
“In agreement.”
I go out. I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. I hate this feeling, the feeling that so much of my body is exposed. It seems sexual to me. I am ashamed.
14. Music took her away from her mom and gave her freedom
Without her watching over me and controlling me, my life is so much easier.
The second thing I’m noticing is that I’m eating. Much. I’ll have Cinnamon Pop-Tarts in the mornings, then have lunch and dinner with the band, both meals out. And I’ll order from the adult menu. And rarely salads. And rarely substitutes. Burgers and fries.
15. His mother died and at the age of 21 he met bulimia
We go back to my house and my head is spinning from the alcohol. We play a board game and listen to music, but I just keep up. My mind only thinks about one thing: the amount of food I’ve eaten and what I’m going to do about it.
I lift the lid, drop to my knees, and stick my fingers down my throat.
Any. Fuck. I try again, harder. Oh. I prick my throat and taste a little blood. I must have scratched myself raw. Oh well. I am making this happen. I breathe calmly, push my fingers back as far as I can, as hard as I can, and finally vomit gushes out of my mouth, landing in the toilet. I look down at the little bits of rice, chicken, and foamy melted ice cream. I feel victorious.
So what if I screwed up and ate it? So what if I’ve failed? And that? I just have to stick my fingers down my throat and watch my mistake come undone. This is the start of something good.