This one is a super short story, and uneventful but Im still pissed off about it.

Yesterday, I (19m) went to a Christmas light show that had realistic dinosaur animatronics, and was overall dinosaur themed. It was obviously super popular with the kids, and had a ton of props to take pictures with. There was one I was super excited about, it was a t-rex head you could sit in to make it look like you were being eaten.

Right as I was about to enter it, a mom (em) shoved infront of me and set her kid down. She glared at me when I explained I was suppose to be next and there was literally ONE person in line behind me and it would be no more than a 1 minute wait. She absolutely went off on me about how Im a grown adult and shouldn't be worried about taking pictures and how he's a kid and therefore should go first.

I wish I had said something or stopped her but Im autistic and not good with confrontation. I did get my picture after a bit, but it kind of ruined my mood for the rest of the day:(

I wish parents wouldnt teach there young kids its okay to act a certain way just because they are a certain age.

My boyfriend (24m) and I (24f) have been dating for almost a year now. I am extremely happy with him and he treats me so well- it’s been an absolute dream being with him. He’s the perfect man and I can’t see my life without him! Our relationship has been amazing :)

A few weeks into us talking I had a feeling we would be official so I told my parents about him and also told them he has a son (3m). They were initially stumped and told me they aren’t the biggest fans, but they were overall kind about it and said it’s my life so i can choose.

I listened to them and kept it in my mind but I decided to continue our relationship. After they realized I wasn’t ending things with him they became much more cold and rude to me. They told me they don’t understand why I told them if they were going to say they don’t approve and I just decide to continue the relationship.

They said they’ll never give us their blessing to marry, they’ll never have us at events together, that they’re mourning the death of their relationship with their daughter etc. They have also told me I’m straining their marriage, they’ve sacrificed so much for me to throw it in their face, and make rude comments calling me “step mommy” in a condescending tone.

Initially, I did try my best to have them meet and open a conversation for us to talk about it. I would be open and tell them where I’m going with him, if I’m staying at his place, or where I got my flowers from (he’s gotten me flowers every month since we’ve been dating hehe)

But eventually they told me they don’t want to hear about it or see him. So I stopped telling them where I’m going completely. I spend much less time at home because of the tension, silent treatment or rude behavior. It feels like a lose lose telling them everything/trying to find a solution or just leaving them alone.

I live with them and I’m saving up to move out and be fully financially independent. They have already thrown finances in my face mentioning how they pay my insurance and i live under their roof. Which I agree, so the best thing would to just move out and get rid of one argument they have at least.

There is constant tension in the house with them, and whenever we seem okay it’s because I just go straight to work and home. Every other month we seem to argue about all of this but I’ve become tired.

The arguments are full of harsh remarks and condescending comments about how I make stupid decisions, how I’m ruining the family and they’ll never accept us and never attempt to. They’ve also said when our family doesn’t like someone they’ll outcast them, and that’s just how it is. So it’s my decision to date him or be part of the family. They then go on to list all the family members they avoid because they don’t like them or their partner.

My mom also mentions how her personal trauma from having divorced parents will not allow her to accept my relationship or be involved in my life. My parents have an “us versus them” mentality with the rest of my family and credit their trauma for it. When I have spoken up about how that may not be the healthiest thing and how it makes no sense to love me unconditionally then do the same to me, I’m just told that’s the way our family works.

I have tried many times to have a conversation and have been outspoken about how they don’t talk to me to actually discuss things rather they just yell at me. I’ve said i don’t feel comfortable at home, considered, or seen as a person. All for it to lead to more yelling scolding and bullying.

At this point I know I haven’t treated them the best recently because I have built so much resentment for them as well. And I’d rather not, but at the same time I can’t try to be happy in the house knowing their kindness and love feels conditional.

Any advice would be appreciated. I love my family dearly, but I want to stand my ground for someone I care about and for my own boundaries. I know they want what they think is best for me, but I can’t justify this treatment.

NSFW for mention of su*cide attempt

I’m (nb30) posting here because I’m ready to permanently go no contact with my mom. My partner is supportive of this but wants me to really make sure it’s the right move for me since it’s not really reversible. So I guess I’m just looking for some unbiased opinions so I can look at all aspects of this.

My mom and I have always had a complicated relationship. My childhood wasn’t very pleasant…she was extremely strict and my parents hated being married to each other and I (as the oldest) bore the brunt of a lot of emotional immaturity from them before and after they divorced. I was also an undiagnosed AUDHD kid and you can imagine the extra hardship that caused. Im going to skip over a lot of things because I would be here for days if I put down everything she’s done since childhood.

Fast forward to college which I consider to be the real beginning of the end of our relationship. I ended up in an abusive relationship for about 2 years. It’s not surprising since the way she expected me to behave growing up set me up for that (I was never allowed to say no and I was expected to put her needs ahead of mine). Towards the end of that abusive relationship when everyone around me started to realize what was happening, her way to “get me out of it” was to come visit and take me shopping so I would “have more self esteem”. She then left my college town and went back home and left me right where I was (metaphorically and physically).

I ended up trying to take my life a few weeks later because things got so bad. I called her to come get me the next morning (when my attempt obviously failed) and the first thing out of her mouth was “how could you let these litter boxes get so bad”. I then got Baker Acted but during my brief stay in the actual hospital before I was committed, she was joking and laughing and taking a Snapchat of them sewing up my cut wrist.

When my time was up in the center I went back home to live with my mom again (I had just graduated college) and got a job at a sushi place. It was horrible…I was sexually harassed by my manager almost every day but I was too beaten down to really do anything to defend myself. I spent that summer drinking and smoking and just trying to “not be there”. My mom would tell everyone she could about what happened to me and what I tried to do. I remember having to shush her at a Chipotle when we got lunch with my brother because she was talking so loudly about it. At no point in time did she suggest I should get therapy for what happened.

A few months later things kind of came to a head. She got extremely drunk (she’s always had a bit of a drinking problem) and starting projecting everything that happened on my youngest brother. Talking about how she afraid to let him go out on his own cuz she’s afraid he was going to kll himself. This ended up in a HUGE fight and her demanding to see what was on my phone and who I was texting “about her” (a trigger point cuz she used to go through our phones after school in HS). I refused to give it to her since I was like 25 at this point and she lost it. I’ll never forget her saying to me “you deserve everything that happened to you because you’re fcking crazy” before she drove off absolutely drunk out of her mind. We waited for her to come back and took off after her car when we saw her reentering the driveway…she basically ran over my youngest brother before I could jump through the open window and grab the keys from the ignition. The next day she pouted about how we all ganged up on her and had no idea how hard everything was for her.

We didn’t keep contact much after that…I distanced myself and went off to grad school. After I graduated we tried to reconnect…we did some therapy together but it was more an opportunity for her to vent about things annoying her in her life- we really didn’t talk about any past trauma or anything that we needed to address, but we were able to be pleasant with each other at least. That was fine for a time, but things have deteriorated again (no surprise there).

I moved to a state where my “Nana” (her mother) lived partially because I love the place and grew up visiting, but also to be near my Nana who I was always close with. The closeness is no longer the case…I came out as nonbinary and AUDHD to my family and my Nana basically wants nothing to do with me anymore. I’ve tried to work with her but she’s the most stubborn person I’ve ever met besides my mom. The final issue I’ve had with both of them was my Nana’s house. It’s the house my mom grew up in and we always went to visit and stay in as a huge family and we all kind of considered it the “family house”, which was a sentiment mirrored by my Nana throughout my life. The last few years though, that changed. Now she wants to sell the house and buy something smaller since my grandpa passed. I understand that except she can’t really take care of herself anymore. My mom has been trying to get her to move in with them since they have extra rooms and my partner and I can move into and take care of the house (with the understanding that it’s still “the family house”). My Nana has been flat out refusing to do that, even refusing us paying her rent on the house or anything else we could think of to make the situation work. She just doesn’t want us to have it. I told my mom after all that, that I’m tired of trying to make things work and putting aside my pride for someone who has completely changed and rejected me and that I want no contact with my Nana from now on. My mom didn’t really reply to that, but replied the next day about a birthday card I had sent her a week before with absolutely no mention of the previous conversation.

After that I hadn’t heard from her until she sent an email on my 30th birthday:

“I won't make this long.... I think of you every day and miss knowing you... I wish I could be celebrating 30 years of being your mom with a call and sending the gifts sitting in waiting.... I'm not sure if this will ever be something we fix and put behind us... I love you dearly and it hurts to not be in touch... I will respect your space....but I finally realized today as your Mom...I couldn't let your birthday go by without telling you I love you. I do... Mom”

It’s typical of her to say stuff like this…she never really takes accountability or apologizes. The most annoying for me was how she’s apparently holding presents hostage until I talk to her again and that she felt I needed to know she was considering not* telling me she loved me on my birthday and she just* realized she’s a mom. I also never told her I needed space.

I also just found out from my sister that my Nana did end up moving in with my mom and is still selling the house. So just an extra slap in the face there.

I’m just over it. I feel like her parent and part of the reason I keep trying to be civil is because she takes things out on my siblings who live near her and I feel responsible for them. But at the end of the day, I can’t sacrifice my mental health for fear of what she might do to other people. She’s not emotionally or psychologically supportive of me and she doesn’t contribute anything to my life other than negativity. She supports my Nana who is transphobic because “she’s old and deserves to be selfish and she can’t change” and never seems to have my best interests at heart. I’m ready for this relationship to be over.

Sorry if this information is too much or all over the place - I wasn’t sure what to include.

TL;DR my mom is emotionally immature and has constantly been a negative, borderline abusive presence in my life and I’m ready for the relationship to end.

I adore dressing myself scenes like metal, goth and punk because I genuinely love being a part from the scenes and the music perspectively, but my parents still ever thought of that they might've think of me as some kind of a wicked person and bad influence, but why has nothing ever changed on why parents all the time ever come across when something looks so "intimidating" they immediately assume that it's bad. I'm so done at this on why is anything out there have to be considered like this just from how you express yourself when for some reason, I however cannot try and express myself when I get bothered by this huge mess, ugh. Why can't people don't ever try not to judge a book especially on it's cover, people really need to understand each other a lot more in person than to put shame on them it seems that people are way too dumb to realize this I'm already fed up by this, honestly I'm convinced.

Links: https://www.reddit.com/u/Different_Laugh_3755/s/RGrEctAbR7

https://www.reddit.com/r/raisedbynarcissists/s/pwdmYNCgQE

https://www.reddit.com/r/teenrelationships/s/QHVHNLwqND

https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/s/grY1mnWMLu

https://www.reddit.com/r/teenrelationships/s/z9ZP3n0C2Q

https://www.reddit.com/r/entitledparents/s/QDtLuO4jZW

So hey. I know its been hell. So my egg donor has technically drove to my school and screamed at me to get in the car. I refused. And walked away. She was throwing a tantrum and using my younger siblings to convince me to stay with her. However, I was having none of it. i kept silent and ran away from her grabbing me. I called the police. She slapped me and the police saw it. She played victim but i explained and showed evidence. The police have given her multiple warnings and a cease/desist. She kept trying to play happy family but everyone saw through it. She's now in jail and court hearing might come. Idk. Cuz idk how British justice works. I have planned to hire a solicitor and get a restraining order. She doesn't have custody of me anymore and its now my sperm donor and foster parents so its okay and they will help. I hope she can go away and fuck off. I wish i can live normally.

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Was cooking and mom came into the kitchen and started cooking aswell. A commerical about kids was playing on her phone, and then she said out loud "My kids never played with other kids, what's wrong with them?" Didn't just end there, just went on basically repeating it outloud until she said "let me turn this commerical off.

Now this just made me upset, ruined my mood that was "ok" today. So I told her, "Can you not say that?"

She then instantly got upset and said "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to myself I talk to commericals outloud all the time. How are you telling me what to say in my house.

I really don't get it. I mean, I'm right there why are you saying something so... rude about me (and my siblings but I know she means mostly me) outloud. Why couldn't you just keep something like that to yourself?

She was trying to deflect, justify her actions "it's my house I can say what I want," bullshit. She literally does this kind of thing every single day. Talk about us (me mostly) outloud it's so mentally draining.

I regret even saying anything and I should've just stayed quiet because now she's mad and throwing stuff, slamming things, etc. Heard her say "They're really telling me what to say in my house.

She makes me feel bad for saying anything about it but damn it hurt to have your mom just saying "what's wrong with you", especially since I read documents a few months ago where she said horrible lies about me such as "I like to lie to hurt other people" to some physicist (this is when I was barley 12).

Like Im not telling you what you can and can not say. I'm saying do not talk about me like that. It shouldn't matter if it's your house or not? It's basic human decency but I guess she can do whatever she wants to me and say whatever since it's her house (I didn't chose to live with you,).

I can't be crazy, her throwing stuff and being mad makes me feel like I'm in the wrong. Whatever it is, I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just shut my mouth because I would rather be talked about everyday than deal with this.

I mentioned in a prior post that my narcissist father in the 90s was angry that I was living out of a camper trailer. But not because I was using it for a home, but because I had a camper trailer. He'd wanted one for years, and just never got around to it. On top of his other faults, you can add extreme procrastinator to the list.

After I moved into my uncle's back yard with the trailer, my parents eventually found me. They forced their way in and stole my car keys, and then my car. That situation had to be resolved with police. They eventually started demanding I be their free driver again for when they went out drinking. And that didn't go over well either.

Eventually my mother showed up to gripe at me about something else. By then she was pretending to be over wanting my car. But it was pretty obvious she was not over it. On this particular day, she was mad at me because my father was ranting about my trailer. Apparently he was pissed that I could just take it anywhere I wanted. And my mother told me she wanted me to get an apartment or something, so my father would shut up about it. I told her no, I was getting way too good of a deal living out of the trailer. My uncle was hardly charging me anything, and I just had to do his yard work on top of the low amount of rent utilities I was paying. There's no way I'd give that up for an apartment.

When my parents got their hands on another Vista Cruiser, it could tow things like my Caprice could. The Cavalier my father stole from me couldn't tow anything, and the small orange 70s car my mother had used for a while wasn't made for towing either. So when they got another wagon, they got one with a tow hitch. And as soon as they had it, my father wanted to start towing things. And then he decided all of a sudden he wanted to take my trailer camping. And he treated it like an FYI at first.

My father, in his usual attitude, just showed up and bluntly told me he was gonna use my trailer to go camping. I refused, and then he tried to order me as his son to let him take my trailer camping during the summer. I told him no again. It was literally my home. And I know him, he'd try to park my trailer at his house and then never give it back. My father tried to give me his gorilla man act, and I met it head on. Basically two rednecks chest bumping. But I told him to his face that he was not getting my trailer, EVER! And to go out and buy his own. The trailer also had a title in my name, and I wouldn't hesitate to call police if he took it.

My old man as usual, called me ungrateful, tried gaslighting, and finally left. My uncle watched practically the whole thing from a window with popcorn. He loved any time he saw my father miserable, because my father was the golden child between them, and my uncle was treated horribly when he was growing up. So he was more entertained than anything else when he saw my old man having a tantrum over not getting his way.

My father went out and rented a camper trailer for a few days. And then suddenly he didn't like camping anymore. He only wanted to do it because I had a trailer. And it was pretty obvious he wanted to claim it for himself. He honestly believed that anything that was mine, was also his. And it took him several years to get it through his thick head that, that wasn't how things worked. And just about anything he ever borrowed from me after I moved out, I never got those things back. So I didn't trust him with anything.

I personally didn't feel the need to do any camping because I was already living out of a trailer. But I gave it a try when I became a parent myself. And it honestly wasn't that fun for us. My ex-wife especially hated it. But I wouldn't say she was what ruined the experience. I did take that trailer to a couple of family reunions though. That saved on motels. I was far from the only one in the family to do that though. And my parents demanded I let them sleep in my spare bunk for free during our mid 90s family reunion. I said hell no. And my parents were humiliated right out of that reunion anyway, because they doubled down over how I didn't hand over my second car to them, and my mother got slapped by a cousin for being a horrible parent.

My mom wont knock I 13(F) always told my mom to knock before she comes in, and she wont listen to me. I get uncomfortable when im changing infront of others, that i wont even use the changing rooms in school. I tell her "please knock before you enter" she always says she forgot and gets annoyed when i mentioned it. I cant stand it anymore, when im changing i always have to alert and grab the nearest piece of clothing to cover myself up, its getting on my nerves. Im a teenager, not a little kid anymore, i need privacy, my mom and dad wont even let me lock my door. Whats the point of the key then? I just want some privacy.

I haven't posted here in a while but today is particularly bad.

TDLR :: My dad buys shit we don't need while we're trying to save money, my mother does all the work, he threatens to kill and abandon us again, says he does so much work while actively doing no work, complains about my mother's lack of work.

My mother is the only income in my family. I myself do have trouble with anger issues and outbursts. I tend to be quite rude I will admit so this could be my fault. I'm entering one of the two most important years of my life.

My dad quit his job for unknown reasons and reasons that he will build a robot for the stock market or whatever. He's just been there, I have no idea if he makes any money but he keeps buying stuff nobody wants or needs, only him.

I'm not allowed to spend money on any games. Ok, fair. I don't have a job to focus on my studies and it'd just be a waste of money. But recently my father's bought posters that [ could just be me being picky ] make the house look wretched. it's a bunch of those stupid inspirational "these are 5 keps steps on how to make money" shit that he sticks up around the house. and also a karaoke set???? For when he has free time???? He tells me he "works all the time" meanwhile using a karaoke set, going out, going to the bar etc.

I also when to my home country with my mother recently. I haven't been back for 6+ years and my only grandma lives there so I was extremely excited to go back. My brother doesn't like going outside and wouldn't do anything, wanting to stay at home. We got a dog too so it was best for my father to stay back home.

Unfortunately the holiday overlapped my brother's birthday but I called - via my dad's phone as he doesn't have one - him to say happy birthday. I called again at night to congratulate him and my dad is AT THE BAR. Leaving my neurologically disabled and young brother at home alone with the dog for hours. When I asked him over the phone he hung up.

And today I came home in a particularly sour mood so I sparked an argument with him, telling him all of what I thought about him and how I dislike what he's done and how he should be supporting the family rather than sitting on his lazy ass and complaining. I tore down the ugly posters and confronted him about what he's doing, i.e complaining my mother doesn't make us food [ because she's WORKING 24/7 ] while he does nothing but complain. I confronted him on his newest purchase of what is an alarm clock + charger that we don't need as we already have a clock and a charger but he said he needs it. I asked him why he can't use his phone as we're trying to save money to pay off the mortgage and he didn't reply. He uses the karaoke to "blow off steam" but his voice just annoys me to no ends.

When I called him out he called me stupid which he CONSTANTLY beats me up for saying. Every time I say it he says "the people who say others are stupid are the stupid ones" and yet when I use that logic against him he gets irritated.

He got very mad at me and so I grabbed my phone to scare him from doing anything drastic. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to kill me and abandon our family, again². And he threated to do so so I threated to call the emergency number. I don't have a lock on my door but I do have a weight to prop it open any degree I want so I closed the door and put the weight there after he retreated. Only for him to come back about an hour later, while I'm writing this, to yell at me some more from the door. Again, I had my phone so no harm came my way.

People without these types of parents probably don't understand but despite all this I'm terrified of losing him. It's like being stuck in a cage and people telling you "but you have the key?" yes but I don't know what's beyond the cage or if I want to get out of it as it's all I really know. Like a dog crawling back into it's kennel.

I don't know what I'm talking about. I just wanted to tell someone.

I might delete this later.

EDIT :: It's the next day. My dad's still a spiteful bitch. I mentioned earlier that my mother can't cook as she's busy. Well my dad can't cook because he's lazy and he only buys us food. Guess you decided not to buy me food or ask me if i wanted food at all. It's midday and I haven't eaten.

I grew up in Europe and did all my schooling in the UK, met my husband here who is British. My mom is Canadian and moved back to Canada 8 years ago. A couple years ago my husband and I talked about maybe moving to Canada to try it out for a couple years and have kids there and my mom would be close which would be nice.

A year ago after a lot of admin and costs we finally took the plunge and moved across the ocean. Our jobs were still in the UK so we were working remote hours but we made it work and got to see my mom and the rest of my family quite a lot which was nice. About 9 months in we realised that we weren't as happy there than we had been in the UK, and my husband was really home sick. Our jobs were also still in London so we decided that after a year it was time to move back.

I spoke to my mom about our unhappiness at the time and she's the one that suggested us moving back.
Now that we have moved back, about 6 weeks ago she is extremely bitter. Every time I mention something positive about my new house, or being happy about being close to my friends again she gets upset. She barely talks to me and cries all the time. When I mention something good she says I am rubbing it in and we get in an argument.

It's now gotten so bad that she describes it as hurting way more because we came in the first place than if we had never come. She described is as "it's like when you give a toy to a child and then take it away. Of course they will be sad". She also blames us moving back all on my husband and barely speaks to him now.

Is this normal? I feel like she is being selfish and we moved across the world to be closer to her for a year and to her its worse than if we hadn't gone at all. What can I do?

I went to a school where students had to wear a uniform and sometimes take part in ceremonies. They could take place whenever, but always outside.

At the beginning of my second year there, we had a ceremony in November. Our "chief" (the woman responsible for my section, I don't know how to qualify her in english) told us our parents were invited to come and see us, even eat with us at lunch after, but we couldn't go out with them after the ceremony. I called my parents to inform them of this, and my mother told me that, if we couldn't go out afterwards then there was no point for her and my father to come to the ceremony. I tried to argue that it was the same for everyone, but she kept pushing, telling me that they could make an exception for us.

I was 18 and really willing to not displease her, so I went and asked my chief. She was new at her job, so I guess she wanted to please student herself, so she agreed to let me go out with my parents after the ceremony, but I should not advertise it toward my fellow comrades.

The day if the ceremony came. It was cold and rainy, I was super tired already. The ceremony consisted in us remaining on our feet, not moving except when we received the order to, for what felt like hours. Some students fell off, and replacements took their place (the replacements were the students whose parents couldn't come). I ended up fainting in the mud myself, and so another student took my place. My uniform was too stained for me to go back anyway, so I watched the rest with the crowd, but I couldn't find my parents until the very end, after my classmates sung our sections hymn. When I found my parents, I was all smily, because I found the situation funny (I was already feeling better), but my mother blew up, telling my I made them come to the ceremony for nothing, that I purposefully fail to receive attention or to get out of the ceremony because I didn't want to do it, that I was an embarrassment. My father was silent. I was ashamed.

I changed, suggested a way for us to get out without being spotted by my classmates, and my mother told me I was an idiot and that everyone would see us. We took another road out.

We went for a silent lunch in town, and my parents drove me back to school. In the car my mom threw me a package on the face, telling le she didn't know if I deserved it. It was a soap of a great brand that she bought me for a celebration we could not have together a few days prior due to me being at school.

I got back at my dorm, feeling numb. I realized I wasn't surprised at my mom's outburst. I've often felt ashamed by her for not being well, either physically or emotionally, because she always believe I complain for attention.

I am not NC with my mom, but I never complain to her ever. She often complains she wishes we would be closer, but I don't want to try. That day flipped a switch to me. I can only share the good times with her. Whenever we disagree or I'm not feeling well in every ways possible, it will just upset her. So, I will just face whatever difficulties that comes without her, like I did for the past years.

A lot of times whenever people reveal to people that they are not on good terms or not speaking to their family, it's always seen as some simple reason, such as different personality beliefs or different opinions that made us go no contact and cut ties. I say for myself, I spent years trying to make some sort of relationship over and over again with my family members only to be disappointed again. In the end, people don't just go no contact with their family for no reason; most of the time it has to do with years and many heartbreak and disappointment until the individual realises there is no point trying to continue a relationship with their family and make the decision to cut them off.

I'm 16. I refer my bio parents as egg and sperm donor or Aslan and Dani. Aslan has HIV so Dani and him used surrogate before divorce. I'm Jewish, Roma, Black and other. I'm bi. Goth, emo and former nihilist. Current anarchist

Long post: https://www.reddit.com/r/teenrelationships/s/Als151x7B7

EDIT: Sperm donor and egg donor are NOT surrogates. They are my bio mom and dad. My parents name are Aslan and Dani. Since Aslan had HIV, they use surrogate to make us.

What my sperm donor did: abused my egg donor and siblings. Misogynist and drunk.

My egg donor: was not abusive until she married another man. She ruined my life. Initially she invaded privacy and overprotective but eneded up doing corporal punishments, exorcism, forcing belief etc.

Custody:

1. 2014-2017 50/50 custody
2. 2017-2019 sperm donor has full-time
3. 2019-2024 full time egg donor
4. 2024-2026 open adoption. 50% sperm donor and 50% adoptive parent.

I went no contact with egg donor. She has violated the no contact boundaries by constantly call and text. I blocked her everywhere except socials because she doesn't use socials. She tried to barge into foster home but she had no say so she failed.

My egg and sperm have restrainign order against each-other.

HOPE THAT SIMPLIFIES. Sorry for clarity issue.

I know that the title sounds a certain way and trust me, we'll get to that point. But I'm so sick and tired of my mom blaming me for things that technically I didn't do. For example today we went to go get KFC for dinner and we ordered the famous bowls. They only had one regular bowl size left so they said that they were going to put the other bowl in the side bowls. I don't know if I'm just non confrontational but I didn't see an issue. My mother however wanted to act like a Karen. I told her it's not that big of a deal and to just take it. Which she did, however the entire way back home she was yelling at me and told me that I shouldn't have said anything and more or less let her degrade and bully these workers. Then after we left the drive through during the drive home, I didn't want to say anything to her because I learned it's best to not say what I want in front of her because she will say that I'm insane or going to hell for talking to her the way I do. She just kept on talking and wanted me to talk to her about it, so I told her that I was always told to keep my mouth shut if I didn't have anything nice to say. Then she said that she didn't raise me to keep my mouth shut and that she raised me to have a conversation with her. Here's the thing, she can't be talked to when she's like this. You have to agree with her and if you don't, be prepared to be yelled at because you "lack intelligence" if you don't yell at these poor fast food workers, who definately don't get paid enough to deal with this. Also this isn't an isolated incident. Every single time we go through the drive through I have to mentally prepare myself incase they say "pull forward" because if they take more than 10 minutes she'll go inside the store and say that they are incompetent. But this happens every single time these places don't get her food right. She doesn't say things tactfully, she immediatly goes for the workers intelligence. Then the title comes from the fact that on the way home from KFC, she told me that I should've let her degrade this woman and said that it was my fault that the food wasn't correct. There was another event like this on my birthday where she yelled at a Wendy's worker because they said it was going to take 15 minutes for 4 baked potatos. My uncle was in the car at the time and I told her that it's not that big of a deal and that she should've just waited and she told me to be quiet. She ruined my birthday because of it, I'm just thankful that it was close to 6pm on my birthday or else the whole day would've been ruined. As you can tell she has a history of this, there are also alot of other times where this happened, but I won't bore you with the details.

My mom is an alcoholic and once she gets drink in her she turns into a pot stirring drama llama. My sister had two late term miscarriages that were really traumatic for her.

Fast forward to the other night, my mom comes in from work smelling like alcohol while I was at my sister's (she lives there.)

She says to me with this snarky shit eating grin "So is she still pregnant??"

I stared at her. She went "Oh oh I'm sorry. I just assumed she told you." I said nope she didn't and you shouldn't have said that. She then continues that now she might not even be because she was bleeding, as if it was amusing to her.

I was angry but with my nieces and nephews. This morning I called her and told her that wasn't nice at all. She sloughed it off and said oh I do that sometimes don't I. I firmly said it's not funny or quirky, it was mean spirited and awful and it wasn't hers to tell.

Then she said she doesent want to talk to me anymore and hung up.

This is classic behavior. She will avoid me now and tell everyone how I am "soooo angry."

I learned to play flute since I was 8 years old. At the beginning I practiced my flute at home pretty often. Then I need to focus on studying school works. So I reduced my practice time.

My mom popped out from nowhere saying “Why don’t you playing your flute, I want to listen to music.”. She never said a single word while I was practicing before. She doesn’t even know how to play any musical instruments. She gave up on the piano after two lessons. I feel like a canary in a cage. Singing when my mom wanted to hear.

I was forced to stop playing flute shortly after, by my elementary school teacher.

When I went to high school. We have two periods per week for performing art. Everything is cool until my teacher sent me to level A. The teacher there has insane standards. Unfortunately most of us are casual players. We are not music students and our parents don’t want us to be a musician. So she separated us into 4 levels. The lower the level the more scolding and insults you’ll hear. People did sent complaints about the discrimination. Instead of being punished, the teacher got a position in the school orchestra.

Then I got sent back to level B. In the year after, got sent to level A again. This year, I don’t see any old faces. They all left and I can’t imagine what happened to them, in the last year.

We got a new teacher teaching level A. I met my friend from elementary school. We both have problems reading the notes. I was originally playing ocarina, so I read the numeral notes. Instead of separating us into 4 levels. This year we got the teacher and two students originally from the orchestra bullying my friend and me. The will speak out loud in the classroom. Insulting us and shaming us. They never tried to help us. Every single classes feel like hell. It bullying continues for the entire year. No one tried to helped us. I told my mom I don’t want to play flute anymore. She said I have no choice. So I asked her if she can find me a tutor for the flute. She said I should focus on school work. Flute is just casual and being a musician is automatically a homeless.

I tried to solve the issue. I was practicing my flute in the piano room in school. As I said I don’t want to be canary in a cage, practice at home. I feel like maybe playing the piano is cool. I never got a chance to learn the piano. As I played the piano, I realised reading the notes became easier and easier. So I became the best player in level A.

It is insanely painful to learn musical instrument in a traditional Asian family. I never feel happy but painfully.

I'm still in high school but since almost forever, I've been the one who's had to take care of my parents. My dad cannot comprehend anything someone else says if it doesn't align with his thoughts. I can tell him that I hate tomatoes 100 times and he will bring me tomatoes 100 times. If he gets drunk I'm the one that has to deal with it and many times during my childhood I've been uncomfortable around him because he sometimes took me to places that he gets drugs, done drugs in front of me, and even seemed to look at me in a sexual way (even when I was like 9). I had trouble with mental health and he calls me delusional and weak for having a medical condition??? I couldn't get diagnosed till I attempted multiple times and my mom finally let me see a doctor.
She is a whole different story. She's given me trauma and never seems to think I matter. Her problems are always worse which is funny because you'd think someone who's "depressed" would understand it's not just "in your head." She reacts like a 3 year old to things always yelling and insulting me. I'm not perfect and have never been and I don't know why she gets so reactive. I may not be a perfect child but she has never even tried to be a better parent. I often used to hyperventilate when I cried but my mom would just tell me to stop overreacting and stop crying. I couldn't breathe to the point that I would faint at times. Later I realized it's an anxiety response and guess who never seemed to wonder "why didn't I cry like that when I was a kid?" I am often fat-shamed (I literally have a BMI of 15) and I developed an ED while I wonder if my parents even love me. I am supposed to love them while they can treat me like a ragdoll.

My 25m dad 61m used to be more considerate of other people, he used to actually care how his actions affected others (I'm slightly autistic if that means anything) 4 years ago we lost my mom to lung cancer and it was horrible, my dad who should have been there for me and my twin brother but instead he started pounding the drink as much as he could without going broke He was drunk as often as he could be, he would go on about how he hated his work and how she should be here with him Every day I'd come home from work and have to try and take care of him, to the point I was never even allowed time to grieve my mum. A few months after she died, my dad told us he had user mom's entire inheritance (roughly 70k) he spent it on getting some new teeth put in, lending some to my brother for a car and the rest he spent on those scam bot hookup sites I was so burnt out I couldn't even be angry He started smoking again which made me even more angry because that's what killed mom After a while I put him on tinder, if only to stop him from spending more money on those scam sites He met a woman there and started dating her but they sorta went into this not quite dating but friends deal after he got so drunk he fell over and banged his head He ended up in hospital and had to stay off from work, but because he used so much time off from being drunk he wasn't getting paid and it all fell on me to keep the house running After that he would constantly blame any forgetfulness or confusion on that fall, and it was only the fact his gf threatened to never speak to him again that he tried to clean himself up One night he nearly fell through the banister and I ended up screaming at him while he sobbed about how he missed mom I moved out to my nans for a few weeks, hoping he'd finally stop drinking It only semi worked as he hasn't stopped drinking but no longer gets drunk He's moved from cigarettes to vapes to try and cut them off The house Is still a mess, I try to do what I can but every day when its finally clean I come home Monday to a table with stuff left on it (usually plates he hasn't bothered to take out) and a kitchen full of unwashed pans and plates He works nightshift 3 days a week and spends the rest either out with his notsogf or sitting at home sleeping letting the mess get him down When it gets too bad he stomps around getting angry, telling me I do nothing to help him out and that I should have cleaned up the mess After a while he calms down and apologises We have a dog and he doesn't pick up his poo from the garden He doesn't walk him He just lets the dog run around the house then complains about the dog needing to go out The dog acts half trained, jumping up at the table when we eat, grabbing clothes or other stuff and running around with it, only letting go when someone gives him a treat My dad spends all his free time sitting at the computer, drinking and playing call of duty, he just leaves his empty cans and bottles by the computer and the bottle caps are just left anywhere, half the time the dog grabs them and only then will he bin the one he gets off the dog There are mountains of unwashed clothes just filling my dad's room, and he won't wash them unless urged to Every time he gets down he blames mum, saying its her fault for leaving us so soon Every time he gets down he goes on and on about how the only reason he's still here is because we are and if we weren't he'd have killed himself, how he will be happy when he goes because he will be back with mom, how he knows we don't like to hear it but listen to him He tells us he knows he's with his notsogf but that's not the same He owes me over £1500 but every time he pays me a little back he has another reason he needs the money back Every time I complain he's got some excuse or just says "alright well I'll charge you for this" every time I try to have a serious talk with him, he turns to talk to the dog, or pulls funny faces, or interrupts with something "funny" then when I get mad he says "oh I'm playing, stop getting so wound up" When he wants a serious talk he gets angry if I don't give him 100% serious attention He lets the dog eat stuff off his plate, I have to actively warn him when the dog nearly eats something he shouldn't Half the time he responds by pushing the plate slightly away and laughing as the dog continues to try The other half he says stuff like "oh he's got a stomach of iron, he'll be fine" then starts playing with the dogs cheeks He vanishes to his notsogf's for 2-3 days every 2 weeks or so, buying her groceries and taking her out for food with money he doesn't have Every single night when he's home, he puts his headset on, turns on call of duty on the PlayStation then turns on his Bluetooth portable speaker and cranks the music so loud it can be heard from outside the house I have no idea how the neighbours haven't complained as they have all told me they can hear it When I try to complain to him he either responds with "then move, it's my house" or "it makes me happy, don't you want me to be happy?" My head constantly hurts I'm always tired I hate him for just not giving any thought to others I love him, he's my dad, I just want him to stop I'm so damn tired of putting in effort to help him when he acts like I'm being the problem I can't stop as I don't want to lose him

Please someone tell me I'm not crazy I just don't know what to do anymore

My birthday is tomorrow and I want to spend it with my boyfriend (M26) of 6 years.

Now my sister (F27) asked the family to come over tomorrow so we can talk about our vacation plans. She is very excited about it. It has nothing to do with my birthday and they didn't react to my text saying that I won't be there. They rarely remember my birthday to begin with.

My mother went nuts this morning because I'm "prioritizing" my "useless" boyfriend and my family should be more important. I told her that they're not coming to see me but she refuses to admit that… She's been ranting about it for hours.

Read my recent post (same subreddit) for more background because my mother has this odd hatred for me.

This is a little bit of an old story, but my friend said I should put it when I told it to him so in my neighborhood, the park is where all of the weird people spawn. I was just hanging out there existing like a normal fucking person. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits which is a blue exercise skirt and a blue crop top. It's an absolutely amazing outfit. I love it Person he came up to me. He seemed around the same age as me. And then he started sexually flirting with me so I turned him down. I explained I have a girlfriend and I'm not a cheater and then he said don't you wanna be with a man in this very offended tone and I told him no and to fuck off as he was starting to get a bit mean and I was starting to get uncomfortable and then he wouldn't back off so I said all three of my brothers can fight and my dad will and can run you over. It wasn't a completely honest threat. One of my brothers can't fight. But it scared him off temporarily he got his mom to come yell at me about is evil I would turn turned down her baby boy how he's so amazing and how I should just accept him and how I'm a whore for wearing the outfit I was wearing. I told her fuck you and I walked home. I had my mom post on the neighborhood Facebook group so I feel like they may have gotten socially outcast cause it's happened before anyways yeah that was a fun interaction I had

Edit: I just realized I forgot to mention. I use They them pronouns

What's more inherently selfish than deciding to reproduce when your life is short of perfect? Childless cat lady here. I'm tired of being inconvenienced by others' choices to have children. For example, I'm tired of my coworkers going out on 6 weeks of leave every time they decide to exchange jizz-- leaving me behind to do their work.(And don't get me started on the ridiculousness of paternity leave.) I'm tired of people on planes bringing their crying seat-kickers on red-eye flights. And I'm fucking tired of paying taxes out the ass for family & child services I will never use.

Parents who CHOOSE to have kids are choosing a more difficult life. No-- you parents aren't entitled to my time, money, or peace. Stop making your choices my problem.

My family has never been like others, where they express their feelings or talk openly about problems. Because of this, I’ve always been a very sad kid and a very private adult (I’m 22). My mom has a history of obsessing over people who are no longer in my life. For these reasons, I haven’t told her about my boyfriend. One day, she saw me getting out of his car on the street and threatened to go talk to him unless I told her more about him. We had a fight, and she ended up not going. At home, she told me the only things she needed to know were whether he treated me well and his age. I answered those questions, thinking that was the end of it.

Fast forward a few days, I caught her looking through my phone (I don’t have a password). I asked her what she was doing, and she lied, saying she was just putting it on my desk instead of my bed. I let it go, but today I woke up to the sound of her entering my room at 8am. She tried to take my phone, and I moved so she’d know I was awake. She pretended to clean something and left. Fifteen minutes later, she came back and took my phone for real. I didn’t want to confront her because I’m seeing my now long-distance boyfriend today, and I didn’t want her to punish me. She looked through my phone for a few minutes and then left. Now I’ve set a password, but I’m completely devastated by the invasion of my privacy. What do you think?

The cast of this episode of Dysfunctional Sibling Relationships: OP- me 19M Baby younger sister 17F Harriet older sister 27F Josh - Harriet's Husband 27M JJ- my nephew Harriet and Josh's son 7M

Now for the story, Baby was playing Mario Kart on my Switch and passed the controller to JJ so he could play, but he wanted to play Kindergarten the puzzle game by Con Man Studios, and I said no play Mario or dont play at all, then JJ yelled at me and said " I'M GONNA TELL MY MOM!" So I said " go ahead and tell her!" Harriet and Josh pushed through the door and started getting pissy with us, and told me to let him play, but I said no its too violent for him and Harriet said "OP, JJ plays GTA let him play." And I still said no because its not their switch and JJ is freakin 7. These entitled pricks act nice and sweet in public but behind closed doors their negligent parents who shove brainrot borderline ElsaGate content in his face and hardly punish him while jumping on me and Baby because their older. I'm typing this on my phone so format may be off.

Edit: Actual names now.

Edit 2: Fixed the cast section

Edit 3: switched "under the skin" to "behind closed doors"

Ok, i updated this post… so scroll down a bit to find it. Sorry i pasted the OG post.

I might pose this on … but idk yet. Just know that if i dont get back to yall, then im %99 forced off my electronics.

I just turned 18 a few months ago. Im a male. From 17 to 18, my parents must of expected some kind of magical transformation from me. But im still the same me. I sleep in a lot when I can, and use my devices since they are my biggest hobby, and listen to music like NF when i can. They expect me to do so much, but i just turned 18 and have nothing…

so one day, on a monday on 2:50-ish AM.. before that i couldnt sleep, since a noise outside my room woke me up, and my guinea pig was alarmed by it till close to 2 AM. I to was alarmed by it. It sounded like something fell and banged outside of my room.

so i decided to walk around while listening to music, so maybe i could try and get tired again.

but at 4:00, after close to two hours of music.. i was about ready to get to bed. But… since my bedroom is downstairs… and since there is a straight walkway to the upstairs door. I saw it open and there was my dad. He has work early in the morning, so he gets up really early to get ready so he cant be late.

we just stared at each other, till my dad said “what the hell are you doing awake?” i tried stating the truth over and over. Saying that i couldnt sleep, and a noise woke me up, and my loud mouth of a guinea pig kept me up. (And still did till close to 5am that same day)

He shook it off, and said “i bet you havent slept at all”

well i did, but i woke up at 2 AM due to something outside of my room falling over. I still dont know what it was till this day.

i knew i was in trouble, but what would soon come was much farther then id thought it go.

I woke up the next day totally dreading whatever was gonna come, and went upstairs to see my younger sister and mom at the table. Let’s call my sister Jenny and my mom… Mom.

Jenny: “your telling me he was up till 4:30 in the morning?!”

Mom: “yes, according to your father he was up till 4 - 4:30.“

my mom and sister where talking, and talking about my apparent mess up. Sure i messed up, i should have listened to my music in my room. Yet again… my room is cramped since i recently got a new desk that takes up a lot more room than I thought.

for this example ill call myself Raider.

Mom: “Raider, why the hell where you awake so late? The first thing I told you last night was to NOT STAY UP LATE. You do realize we are gonna have to punish you.. right? And we are gonna take your devices.”

i remembered clearly not to stay up late, yet again i DID mess up. I can admit that.

I shouldn’t have been up listening to music. I was obviously in a bad mood. I had little sleep from before the noise woke me up, and before my guinea pig would make his squeak's at the tops of his little lungs.

me: “well i own them, i legally bought them. They are mine and you cant take them as you wish.” I shouldn’t have said that, but i was right. Yet again… “their house, their rules”. And man that caused some drama

(im gonna fast forward a little, since my parents limited my electronic use as in the post, and i dont have much time…)

since less then 5 days ago, i cant go ANYWHERE. No stores, not for a drive, not even around my block. My devices are in a lock box everyday and i need to “earn them back”. All my handhelds, and even my iPod touch i payed $35 on eBay for.
I cant listen to music… NF means so much to me. So when i had that taken. I wasnt ok, And became emotionally unstable beyond what i could handle.

and this morning made it all the more infuriating, it put me over the edge. I asked to sleep in a little longer through a text. Since i have my phone in my room. But at this point a flip phone would do more. Not even kidding. And that set my mom off… now shes trying to limit how long i sleep! She also threatened this morning to take my devices out to the storage unit. And my devices have lithium batterys. And i know the harsh colds arent good for them… and my Ps Vita isnt built for that weather!!! our cold winters are brutal on electronics. Even our cars! She says anything more than 10 hours is enough. And she might wake me up even earlier. So not 10 hours… probably really early.

i have less freedoms then my 9 year old brother. He can at least do what he wants without eyes over my shoulders. wake up when he wants, do what he wants… I BARELY found time to even type this.. thank god i type fast So i Can get this out here!

now i go to bed at 9:30! Same time as my littlest siblings. And my MOM IS GONNA COME INTO MY ROOM TO MAKE SURE IM SLEEPING AND NOT AWAKE! so much for my privacy now… Like thats gonna fix anything. My house might be starting to turn into a prison system if this continues. My mom has already gone into my room more then 3 times these past two days… so im beyond angry. It’s not like i have a job, a car of my own, or really anyone close by to help me. So im kinda in a bind. I have nowhere or nothing. Not even respect

can someone tell me anything to get my stuff i payed for back? Or even to get some of my normality back till this blows over? Please anything!! if i need to ill leave. Or am i over reacting And need to calm down. I dont need them to search my room.

dont worry im not hiding anything…. But still… thats a massive invasion of my privacy! And i want the stuff i payed for back. And get some of my life back to me… anything helps!!!

ill update you guys if anything more happens… seeing all the support so far has made me realize there are people who can help. Ive just recently joined reddit and never thought id be on this page like this… but THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS!

UPDATE!!!

Ok… so i talked to my parents… at the dinner table. i asked them if i could go get a job application at the closest retail store. Guess what they said? No.

They told me “i need to work on myself before i think about a job or anything like that”

so much for my independence… so it seems now I can’t get a job because they see me as ”i need to work on myself”. A job would work on myself!!! it teaches being on time, being a good person, and being respectful.

Honestly i cant take it… it’s driving me to insanity!!! I cant do anything. they told me im not caught up in my school. Which Is partly true. But those are extra classes like typing and such!!! I didnt bring up my electronics to avoid more drama… but i cant… i just cant.

does it help that i also have Life360 on my phone so they can track me like an animal???

i cant even get a job if i want. And they went as far to say i cant even lend the car!! Sure it’s in their name, but i cant go anywhere. Well, it’s been this way for a week anyways. So my anger was more present Then. Please… i need ANYTHING!!!

im about ready to join the military for freedom Again. Man, who would have thought id consider the military, but i think id be a good side lines man. Like intercom or data management. Im good with electronics…

ill update you guys again if there is anymore. And PLEASE! Someone, anyone… can I join the military and not have my parents try to keep me here with their “he still has school” nonsense??!!

Update!!!

now that im limited in my electronics, the use of the car, and now i cant get a job.

seems i got a TON of school and depression ahead. I hate feeling useless. And this tops it!

i feel like i lost everything. I may be dramatic, but i lost even my trust for my parents and lost my privacy… I might need to call someone.

im tracked like a dog on life360, so i cant go anywhere. I cant go apply for a job, i cant get help… so that means i cant get a therapist. Which means i cant also get a credit card or bank account of my own. That ALSO means i cant deposit my saved money into a bank So i can use it for a backup plan. Since THEY COULD take that. It doesn’t mean they will, but they COULD.

its like they are trying their hardest to keep me in this hellhole. Im starting to resent this place even more.

i hate to sound dramatic. But my house even before this post and my issue with staying up wasnt the greatest. The stress was unbearable.

my family had another baby, we got 3 dogs in one year. One of the dogs wants to start dog fights so we have to always separate them.

my dad almost could of died of AFIB… a heart problem.

and i had my emotional reality check, and i wanted a wife. So yeah… till then… ill update y’all again soon.

I might pose this on r/vent… but idk yet. Just know that if i dont get back to yall, then im %99 forced off my electronics.

I just turned 18 a few months ago. Im a male. From 17 to 18, my parents must of expected some kind of magical transformation from me. But im still the same me. I sleep in a lot when I can, and use my devices since they are my biggest hobby, and listen to music like NF when i can. They expect me to do so much, but i just turned 18 and have nothing…

so one day, on a monday on 2:50-ish AM.. before that i couldnt sleep, since a noise outside my room woke me up, and my guinea pig was alarmed by it till close to 2 AM. I to was alarmed by it. It sounded like something fell and banged outside of my room.

so i decided to walk around while listening to music, so maybe i could try and get tired again.

but at 4:00, after close to two hours of music.. i was about ready to get to bed. But… since my bedroom is downstairs… and since there is a straight walkway to the upstairs door. I saw it open and there was my dad. He has work early in the morning, so he gets up really early to get ready so he cant be late.

we just stared at each other, till my dad said “what the hell are you doing awake?” i tried stating the truth over and over. Saying that i couldnt sleep, and a noise woke me up, and my loud mouth of a guinea pig kept me up. (And still did till close to 5am that same day)

He shook it off, and said “i bet you havent slept at all”

well i did, but i woke up at 2 AM due to something outside of my room falling over. I still dont know what it was till this day.

i knew i was in trouble, but what would soon come was much farther then id thought it go.

I woke up the next day totally dreading whatever was gonna come, and went upstairs to see my younger sister and mom at the table. Let’s call my sister Jenny and my mom… Mom.

Jenny: “your telling me he was up till 4:30 in the morning?!”

Mom: “yes, according to your father he was up till 4 - 4:30.“

my mom and sister where talking, and talking about my apparent mess up. Sure i messed up, i should have listened to my music in my room. Yet again… my room is cramped since i recently got a new desk that takes up a lot more room than I thought.

for this example ill call myself Raider.

Mom: “Raider, why the hell where you awake so late? The first thing I told you last night was to NOT STAY UP LATE. You do realize we are gonna have to punish you.. right? And we are gonna take your devices.”

i remembered clearly not to stay up late, yet again i DID mess up. I can admit that.

I shouldn’t have been up listening to music. I was obviously in a bad mood. I had little sleep from before the noise woke me up, and before my guinea pig would make his squeak's at the tops of his little lungs.

me: “well i own them, i legally bought them. They are mine and you cant take them as you wish.” I shouldn’t have said that, but i was right. Yet again… “their house, their rules”. And man that caused some drama

(im gonna fast forward a little, since my parents limited my electronic use as in the post, and i dont have much time…)

since less then 5 days ago, i cant go ANYWHERE. No stores, not for a drive, not even around my block. My devices are in a lock box everyday and i need to “earn them back”. All my handhelds, and even my iPod touch i payed $35 on eBay for.
I cant listen to music… NF means so much to me. So when i had that taken. I wasnt ok, And became emotionally unstable beyond what i could handle.

and this morning made it all the more infuriating, it put me over the edge. I asked to sleep in a little longer through a text. Since i have my phone in my room. But at this point a flip phone would do more. Not even kidding. And that set my mom off… now shes trying to limit how long i sleep! She also threatened this morning to take my devices out to the storage unit. And my devices have lithium batterys. And i know the harsh colds arent good for them… and my Ps Vita isnt built for that weather!!! our cold winters are brutal on electronics. Even our cars! She says anything more than 10 hours is enough. And she might wake me up even earlier. So not 10 hours… probably really early.

i have less freedoms then my 9 year old brother. He can at least do what he wants without eyes over my shoulders. wake up when he wants, do what he wants… I BARELY found time to even type this.. thank god i type fast So i Can get this out here!

now i go to bed at 9:30! Same time as my littlest siblings. And my MOM IS GONNA COME INTO MY ROOM TO MAKE SURE IM SLEEPING AND NOT AWAKE! so much for my privacy now… Like thats gonna fix anything. My house might be starting to turn into a prison system if this continues. My mom has already gone into my room more then 3 times these past two days… so im beyond angry. It’s not like i have a job, a car of my own, or really anyone close by to help me. So im kinda in a bind. I have nowhere or nothing. Not even respect

can someone tell me anything to get my stuff i payed for back? Or even to get some of my normality back till this blows over? Please anything!! if i need to ill leave. Or am i over reacting And need to calm down. I dont need them to search my room.

dont worry im not hiding anything…. But still… thats a massive invasion of my privacy! And i want the stuff i payed for back. And get some of my life back to me… anything helps!!!

ill update you guys if anything more happens… seeing all the support so far has made me realize there are people who can help. Ive just recently joined reddit and never thought id be on this page like this… but THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS!

UPDATE!!!

Ok… so i talked to my parents… at the dinner table. i asked them if i could go get a job application at the closest retail store. Guess what they said? No.

They told me “i need to work on myself before i think about a job or anything like that”

so much for my independence… so it seems now I can’t get a job because they see me as ”i need to work on myself”. A job would work on myself!!! it teaches being on time, being a good person, and being respectful.

Honestly i cant take it… it’s driving me to insanity!!! I cant do anything. they told me im not caught up in my school. Which Is partly true. But those are extra classes like typing and such!!! I didnt bring up my electronics to avoid more drama… but i cant… i just cant.

does it help that i also have Life360 on my phone so they can track me like an animal???

i cant even get a job if i want. And they went as far to say i cant even lend the car!! Sure it’s in their name, but i cant go anywhere. Well, it’s been this way for a week anyways. So my anger was more present Then. Please… i need ANYTHING!!!

im about ready to join the military for freedom Again. Man, who would have thought id consider the military, but i think id be a good side lines man. Like intercom or data management. Im good with electronics…

ill update you guys again if there is anymore. And PLEASE! Someone, anyone… can I join the military and not have my parents try to keep me here with their “he still has school” nonsense??!!

17m, decided to get some chicken nuggets after class, I come home and my mom gets mad saying “I should have got you some for me” then says “you should have called me”. I try to talk to her about our cat but she isn’t even talking to me. Is she really that mad I didn’t get her McDonald? 😭

Her logic is “my house my rules I can do what I want.” But she doesn’t seem to realize that opening someone else’s mail is a federal crime. It’s just really starting to piss me off it almost feels like she’s purposely doing it to annoy me and to just be nosey. It’s such an invasion of privacy if I done the same to her I know she’d be mad.

I am 17 years old and transfem. (Most likely non binary, but I want to use estrogen) Shortly, when I was 15 I questioned my gender a lot, but at this point I feel a lot more confident in who i am. I don’t really identify with one or the other because I feel like I’m too alienated and different from them. My mother found out I was trans and one day says “I don’t agree with this but I’ll try to get you support” So I was happy and at peace for a time. But today and the day before I’ve been violently yelled at. My mother found my makeup given by a friend that made me a lot more confident and happier. She yelled and yelled that I didn’t obey her and for me to be a man. Saying I’m not focusing on college but instead on trying to be a woman. She says if I keep trying I’m gonna be sent back to my dad. Being sent back to my dad’s house over some makeup. Me and my mom are both Hindu and extreamly religious, but she has been non stop turning it against me “never has there been a text regarding gender in Hinduism, Rama was a man and Sita was a woman, what your doing is wrong god made you a man” but through god my dysphoria feels “alleviated” but that doesn’t change the fact I am trans. For the record I don’t care about what I even am exactly. I don’t want to take the role of a “man” because what’s the point of restraining myself to one role I didn’t get to choose? I truly don’t know what to do. I want her to be happy, I have no real “dreams” or goals but feel serving my friends and family is my main purpose in life, but while I do work hard in both work and school she constantly screams about my plans for the future and to stop looking into trans stuff. What am I supposed to do? I’ve calmly tried talking to her but she makes it seem like I’m stressing her constantly too much and I can never yell back. I just want both of us to be happy. But I don’t even think she wants me to be happy.

When i am up at 4am or 5am. Ndad will knock window to say go to sleep “Hurry GO TO SLEEP!”. I’m stressed the fck out and can’t sleep. i am in a room next to the porch. When i am in the other room. Ndad would look out the door to check if there is light in the window and yell hurry go to sleep.In demanding tone. Annoying as fck. All the time, even when i ask him to stop. If i ask him to stop it’s going to be some. I was doing that for you. I was thinking of you.