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sometimes parents can be assholes and it is important that we acknowledge when they're being one or else we'll be gullible and gullible = weakness and I am not weak

no one will probably see this but my parents once left me on the side of the road because I wouldn't stop screaming in the car and instead of waiting for them I actually went to the nearby gas station, got free food, and wandered the streets looking for dogs until a police car found me in a closed park with like 4 cats some hours later. 10/10 experience tbh

I have strict partents check

Rules

No watching Adventure Time ( why because my mom says it's evil)

Don't be anything other than hetero and cisgendered

Believe that aliens are just demons

You have to be a Christian

If I can look at you and not be sure about your gender you have to change what you are wearing

Don't wear any white shirts

Don't lock the bedroom door

Never say "what?"

Never watch Seven Deadly Sins

Don't listen to Melanie Martinez (mom)

Understand that your negative thoughts are just demons who are working for the devil ( my mom says like this)

Don't cook anything without asking

Don't listen to anything that 'goes against' the Bible

Don't tuck in your shirt

Don't own anything rainbow

Don't play GTA

Don't play ANY shooter games ( including Apax)

Try not to date anyone who is latno, or black

Don't question anything I say or do

Don't say anything about having a anxiety attack

It has been a half hour since I ate an icecream sandwich and my family won’t stop asking me if it’s busting and calling me janelle

yk when you like your parents but they're just so mean? like the worst insults I've ever heard have come from my mom and dad

Brother: Keep talking and I'll shove a buttered avocado up your but!

Mom: Who butters an avocado?

Me: I think you mean why you're putting avocados in peoples butts! °~°

._.

…

It’s funny how some children look up to their parents only to know when they grow up…their parents start to act harsh and neglect the problems of their own flesh and blood.

I used to think my mother is an amazing mother, taking care of me, cooking my favourite meals, always considering me as her favourite over my older sibling…

And now, my sibling told me about the actual family drama since they think I’m old enough, I was honestly taken aback. They even told me how they were treated when they were an only child before I was born, how my mother didn’t really care about them and only saw them as a mistake.

…I couldn’t believe what I knew was mostly a lie…

A/n: Sorry…I just wanted to vent because of the constant ‘criticism’ from my mother…I wonder how much more my heart can take before I can do nothing else but cry…

I want queer friends, a supportive, family and a cat

is that too much to ask for ;-;

Um, hi! (A thank you and an important question)

Sooo... I've noticed that a pretty good amount of people are following me and first of all: THANK YOU, YOU GUYS! <3

I know I haven't really posted anything of my own yet but I certainly plan to, particularly about this Zorua I've becomes friends with at the park five minutes from my home (#PokemonIRL).

But first, I have an important question about actual real life. This is really selfish of me because I should be giving YOU guys something... but I have a bit of a home issue going on. I'd rather keep it under wraps for the sake of my family's privacy, but I'll explain it the best I can.

Have any of you been in a home situation where... where a family member you're really close with is going through a REALLY difficult time? A time when they aren't themself and it really scared you? I have anxiety and I keep asking this family member "are you okay?" until I realized I could be putting pressure on them and make them feel they have to hide or bottle up their emotions just so I won't freak out.

This situation isn't the worst (no starving, no abuse, nothing like that), thank goodness, but it's not that great either.

I just want to be ready for the next time this member of my family goes through hell again.

The problem is my anxiety is chronic, and my imagination is constantly playing tricks on me and making me think this family member will break down at any moment.

Has anyone dealt with this kind of situation before? This family member grew up all their life telling white lies to not hurt anybody's feelings. I'm the opposite; I prefer the truth and I HATE telling any kind of lie, and even though I want this family member to be honest with me if they're feeling okay or not. I asked them directly to be honest with me and they agreed, but when you've lived with telling white lies for most of your life, of course it's easy to forget that.

Has anyone here gone through that kind of thing? There is another family member I can ask and know he will be completely honest with me, but they work late and there are several hours when it's just me and the family member that's been struggling on and off. Just asking "how are you?" instead of "are you okay?" isn't enough to calm me down because I don't know if the answer is real, so I get all paranoid and jumpy, just waiting for any sign of things going south. And I don't know if this family member will be honest with me or not!

Has anyone reading this experienced that kind of thing? If you did, how did you prepare and cope? I'm kind of at a loss with how to handle this...

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for flipping out a few days ago, screaming and swearing and saying "f**k the world".

I'm just so tired of real life after having family members struggle for two-and-a-half years. My grandmother, a prisoner in her own body, treated like trash in a place that was supposed to help us take care of her. My grandfather, now a widow and succumbing to dementia with my family being forced to watch because he's physically healthy (sort of) but losing his memories in a slow burn.

And that family member being affected the most by it all; struggling with a disease, alcoholism, and turning into a shadow of their former self. They were the person I felt closest to and, after drinking, they become apathetic and just... they're "taking care" of themselves in the least healthy way. AND they're stubborn as hell and don't want to get ACTUAL help!

It doesn't help that I don't have my driver's license yet because, during the time I should have used more time to learn, but I was depressed as hell and scared to even leave the house at the time.

And now I'm trapped here. Every day. Do you know what it's like having chronic anxiety and almost never getting a day's break from them dealing with a disease so drastic and unpredictable?

Earlier this week they seemed to be willing to try, but I don't even know anymore because just a day or two later was hellish. They can't remember any of it, but I can. I remember it all, and they officially broke me AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN SAID THEY'RE SORRY!

Funny how they always apologize for relapsing, but they have yet to even acknowledge that they put my other family member and I through hell. Even if they don't remember the details they KNOW they relapsed, so them not knowing is not an excuse.

Next week they and my other family member are going on vacation for a week and I can't tell you how much we all NEED a break from our shoddy "routine". I used to have the house to myself several days a week to unwind and practice voice acting and singing without worrying about someone walking in on me. Now I'm lucky if I can even get a single day of the week to myself for just a few hours.

Call me selfish if you want, but my family and I have given so much to them and get so little in return. I don't even know if they're on board with getting help anymore, and everything has become so obscure and painful that I've run out of hope. All I can do is keep myself buried in fantasy and worlds that actually make sense.

Story time! ( it’s about using escapism as a coping mechanism ) ( also just kinda ending up venting )

From around the ages of 6 and up I started using escapism without knowing.

One of my most common escapes was pretending/hoping that I was part of a big royal family who would come get me and take me away from my current parents.

I liked to believe and live thinking there could be an out, someone would come looking for me one day, and I would go to an amazing life with a kind caring family. They would always love me no matter what.

Or now that I’m older I, and as much as it might seem weird, is that I pretend to sometimes be the parents I always wanted. In my backpack/lunchbox I leave the little “I love you!! ❤️ “ Notes in there for me to find. Or I make myself a chore list and then I add little note saying how proud they are of me.

My parents would never do these things. They also wouldn’t be accepting of me in any way, but I love to pretend and do things and imagine it’s them doing/saying it.

Now my parents aren’t like abusive or too neglectful, but they definitely aren’t at home a lot and don’t have time for me most of the time other then “how was your day” “hello” or “your grades are getting lower” “ just try harder”

My grandmother is kind of raising me at this point ( the amount of times I’ve called her mom is concerning ) and she acts like a way better mother figure than my mother most days.

I do however love my father very much. He does have a temper but normally not at me. We share most the same issues so we get along well!

Anyway sorry for info/ dumping have my life store on a random app full of random people who ( understandably) don’t care that much !!! Have a nice day lol

My mom said that i should kms. She still thinks that i am the problem🪽

They're her!!

I got hugs. Gray ain't and uncle seem nice so far, but it's only been a minute. They have a bright green rental. Like...the colour of Cartoon!Joker's hair green.

Grandpa's the oldest, I think my great uncle is the youngest. Either way, there's 15 years between them.

I know where my humor comes from now.

They jumped into funeral discussions, then moved on after a few minutes. My grandma brought it back to funeral stuff and great uncle says "She's just dying to talk about it." I couldn't not laugh.

I can dissociate on command. It's pretty convenient sometimes. So, I think I'mma like... halfway dissociate.

Also, they're all religious (LDS). This is gonna be fun. Especially if great aunt and uncle are as or more conservative than mom and dad...

I forgot that my uncle (mom's twin) and his son have a No Contact Order. They're trying to argue around it. I get it, but they're both gonna get in trouble and put uncle's grandkids in a really sticky situation.

There it is! Great aunt asked if I'm dating.

Happy birthday to great uncle, btw. He's 60 today. 40 years older than me, about 10 years older than my mom.

I left my black headphones at home, so I can't escape the convo with that. I think, if I'm desperate enough, I'm gonna SOS my friends and sisters to call me to get me out for a little bit. Will they answer, is the question.

I was wrong. They're out from Tennessee. The accent makes sense now.

They're talking about the dentist.

"Nothing comes from fear" she says. Idfc. Trauma is different from fear.

It's funny. They all believe in angels and the devil and evil spirits, but ghosts or demons are a stretch? With the exception of mom who has encountered The Man In (With?) The Hat.

Also, they all believe in Guardian Angels, but Guardian Spirits is a stretch?

Anyway.

Big sister hasn't told me otherwise, so I'm assume I'm alone. It's hard being the only pagan in a family (extended and immediate) of Christians (LDS)

They're talking about miscarriages now. It's not as upsetting for me because I've never had a child, let alone miscarried. It's reminded me that my mom had a miscarriage. How do I react to this convo???

Simple answer: You don't. I'm just gonna stay in my corner.

Also, apparently great aunt has Bruce Wayne's adoption urges. Her own words: "I have never seen a baby I didn't want."

And now we're back to talking about grandpa dying.

I called in my sisters for an SOS. They both ended up calling me. Neither could stay on the line because they're both at work, but I'm sitting outside for a few minutes.

I have to go back in soon, though. It's raining and I'm not dressed to be out here.

Great aunt was born in Texas. Makes sense.

Story time. I gotta tap out for a second.

Great aunt moved me to the center of the room. And now they're all talking like grandpa's already gone! I just- emotions are big right now.

I'm gonna stay in the car for now. I feel bad, but I'm not about to cry in front of five other people.

I get to meet my mom's aunt and uncle for the first time in my life in about 11 hours.

I'm nervous.

My family all have problems with the way I dress, sometimes even the way I act (despite it being carefully catered to whom I'm with). Mom said I didn't have to go, but I want to meet her aunt. She said to not be offended by anything said, so that's not worrying at all.

I told Mom upfront that I won't get offended. And if I do, no one will know. She didn't know how to react to that.

The main reason (I assume) great aunt and uncle are driving up (from Texas, I believe) is to talk about my grandpa's funeral. He isn't dead, but he's really sick.

Anyway, I don't like the topic of death, especially when it's about someone I'm really close to, so I told mom that I'm bringing headphones with me and that I will use them if the topic of grandpa's funeral gets too much for me.

I'll be signing a Scottish folk song because he's of Scottish descent

Updates to come, I guess

sometimes I miss life at home, and then I'll do something stupid like break a plate and remember why i like it here so much

my grandparents from my father's side always have something bad to say, to criticise, to say do better, to push me do what they want, what they didn't succeed. my grandparents from my mother's side are loving people, they always have something good to say, to make your day beautiful, to help you, to compliment you, to say you're enough. how am i supposed to love them equally?

The amount of drama and shocking news I've gotten in the past month has shook to the core 😰💅

I find out my mom's with someone 8 years younger then her when she's still with my dad and I come to find out the guy she's with is actually my biological dad 😰😰

My dad doesn't know I'm not his bio kid and my bio dad hates my dad and my bio dad wants to meet me and wants to be a father to me but I don't want my dad to feel like I replaced him with someone I haven't even met when the time comes 😰😰😰😰😰😨😨😨😨

Like wtf do I do

Should I just like avoid all this till stuff goes into place or do I say stuff to people and possibly have arguments start 😰😰😰😰😰

My dad loves screaming at me because of things that aren’t my fault </3

I don’t want to be a disappointment anymore

My brother just posted on his socials that he asked our parents if they were happy with their lives and that they said yes, which is crazy because every time I'm the one asking they always deflate and say no, that they wished it had been different, that they're tired but they're too old to try and change anything so they're just going to wait it out until death. So either they're lying to one of us, or a secret second thing I can’t conceive of.