#I KNOW IVE COMPLAINED ABOUT THIS ON HERE BEFORE BUT IM JUST. EXCEPTIONALLY PISSED AT IT ALL TONIGHT

[lunar-wandering]

im going to kill the canadian revenue agency website thing like for real

for the past like. 2?? 3?? hell maybe 4. years. ive been meant to be getting some amount of money from the government just cause that's a Thing They Do.

i have not gotten a single dollar. why? because my mail never made it to me, and since it got sent back to them, without double checking (the LEAST they could've done was send a verification email) they decided i wanted to swap over to an online account and started sending the money to said account.

an account which i do not have access to.

so i tried to get into it. the online account that everyone automatically has. they say they gotta send me a code for me to fully activate it.

i wait. the code does not arrive.

so then. these fuckers want me to CALL them. and go through a "press (number) if you need help with (thing)" but NONE OF THE THINGS ARE CLEARLY THE ONE I NEED HELP WITH. HELLO. IM AUTISTIC AND HAVE BAD PHONE ANXIETY. WHAT DO YOU EVEN DO FOR PEOPLE WHO CAN'T HEAR/USE A PHONE IN THIS SCENARIO BECAUSE IT SURE DIDN'T SEEM LIKE THERE WERE OPTIONS FOR THEM-

i hung up the first time i tried this cause my mom yelled at me for hesitating, reached over and pressed a number button WITHOUT MY PERMISSION before they could finish listing the options. i panicked cause what if that was the wrong one (there is a history of my parents clicking on the first link on a site they see when trying to help me set something up and ending up on the Entirely Wrong Page while im sitting there knowing full well what the right one was cause i actually Read All The Words On The Page), and proceeded to get yelled at for an hour for being immature and that i needed to grow up because everyone makes phonecalls. i have not tried to phone them again.

so now. today. my dad tries to get me to sign in to the account using my bank account that we recently set up. this could give me full access to that account + the likely hundreds of dollars in unclaimed money just sitting in there, without needing a phonecall.

and you know what it says??? after ive done the sign in and verified that it's me??

"you already have an account on this site. please use that one."

bitch ive CLEARLY clarified that this is ME. YOU VERY OBVIOUSLY CAN TELL THAT THIS IS ME SINCE I INPUTTED THE SAME INFORMATION TO MAKE YOU GO "OH, THIS PERSON ALREADY IS HERE". IS IT TRULY THAT HARD TO LINK THE TWO ACCOUNTS TOGETHER??? HEL-FUCKING-LO??? GET A FUCKING GODDAMN REALITY CHECK AND UPGRADE/FIX YOUR DAMN SITE CAUSE IM TIRED OF BOTH NOT GETTING THE MONEY IM SUPPOSED TO AND MY PARENTS BUGGING ME ABOUT IT.

[noctomania]

I know i complain a lot about this & i know i may not know everything but what i do know has just continued to piss me off.

I used to use this tumblr partially just to rb stuff but also to dump shit that was on my mind kinda like a livejournal (i used to have one). I liked having it out in the open so that if ppl out there were going through something similar they could see they weren't alone in experience or in having no idea of what to do. For the past few years every time i wanted to do that i had to second guess myself bc my stepmom thought it was ok to find my blog & creep on it without letting me know until she came across something she wasn't happy with. After she told me that, i tried to change as much in my privacy settings, short of deleting my blog entirely, to prevent her from snooping if she wasn't going to respect me. I still don't know if any of it worked. For all i know she could still be.

My mind is often plagued by the time I was reaching out to my parents when i was facing homelessness, like serious homelessness. Not the summer homelessness i had already been enduring for the 5yrs prior. I'm talking i couldn't get a full time job & was barely surviving on part time work at Marshall's for minimum wage & no benefits. Im talking i was lucky i had any savings left over after college bc most got ate up - literally. Im talking i worked through college to feed myself, PLUS was an RA to cover housing fees, plus a full time student. My first apartment i was living in a large closet. As a sublet. Paying twice as much rent as i should have been. And got robbed a half a months rent.

When i was already reaching out to social services i also reached out to my parents for advice. I said nothing about money nothing about moving onto their couch. Just guidance. They came back at me with "we can't help you". They made it seem like i was asking them to carry me. I felt at that point the only option i had with what experience i had was to run away back to school. Which meant literally doubling the debt i already had. The only reason i wasn't paying into the debt at the time was i was literally too poor to.

Going back to school was great i terms of i had money finally & got to move back to salem & afford living alone. But if you're running away TO school...you don't want to go to school you want to run away. I wasn't ready, i was just desperate. So the plan failed, i failed, i ran away again. I was exceptionally "lucky" this place had jobs open.

But what im on about tonight is the info i found about my parents & their money. Now mind you when i say my parents i mean my dad & his wife. My real mom been dead long time. SHE was poor. SHE raised my sister & i primarily alone. We had food bank & food stamps & free/reduced breakfast lunch & hand-me-downs from neighbors. That's how I grew up. So when my stepmom tried to deny that we grew up poor I cut her out of my life. Haven't spoken to her in years & only just spoke to my dad for first time in years my last birthday. I sadly regret taking the call bc it was just "when you gonna move your stuff out". After years of not talking. All he could think about was that. My stuff which mind you they stuffed into a corner of a mouse-infested garage so inevitably a lot of my stuff is now rat-nestings. They couldn't spare a single one of their several fuckin rooms IN THE HOUSE.

Tonight i was bored & thought what if i can look up info on how much they couldn't help me when i was broke. Turns out they make over 220k a yr, with AT MOST one employee besides themselves to pay (didn't even pay them enough imo) & pay thousands in property taxes for property they do literally nothing with & for a house with FIVE FUCKIN BEDROOMS AND THREE BATHROOMS FOR JUST THE TWO OF THEM TO LIVE THERE & NEVER INVITE ANYONE OVER BC THEY HATE COMPANY. That is their SECOND house mind you (last i checked with my dad they are looking at buying their third jfc). But they couldn't help their own child. And yes I understand running a private business costs money. I also understand that they don't get weekly checks, it's all depending on what cases they can get/win. They always acted like they had less money than they do though. Many years they worked out of the house so there was no extra rent to pay. I've been working in my current job for over 5yrs & I am just now finally making 35k/yr after many union fights.

I can't find it in my heart to forgive them. Had mom still been alive she would have stripped their small intestines right out of their ass for turning a cold shoulder. They didn't offer any advice or help when I asked except dad tell me to sign up for the military. Which goes to show how much they actually thought about me considering I am not allowed to join the military even if I wanted to bc I am transgender. I know for a fact bc i did still have to sign up for selective service when I applied for a loan for grad school & they sent a letter back rejecting me. But I still got to sign up for the debt 🥴 It was further disturbing considering my parents have always been very anti-military. It felt like a real "go fuck yourself" response & I've never been able to shake that or been able to properly explain to them how that felt. They don't get it & they don't care bc they think it's"good for me" or "builds character". I don't think either of them have ever faced the experience my sister & esp I have. Their standards seemed to revolve only around what they wanted me to do & not at all around what I need. But had the audacity to criticize politicians doing the same thing.

The work they do is great, & I'm proud of that. They've fought to provide social security & disability support to those who need it. But what sense does it make that you're more willing to help strangers than you are your own family?

They never even visited me up here. Not once.

I hate this country i hate my family i hate money i hate bullshit. All that i care about are cats/nature, food, & weed. Everything else is a waste of my patience. And i know there are ppl out there doing good things doing right by those they love, but that shit doesn't "heal" me like it does everyone else. Basic kindness shouldn't be such a commodity.

I've spent every year ive been working here saving as much money as I can without completely neglecting myself. I've had set backs primarily due to my health. But as far as i see it I am the only safety net i have at this point. I have no life. I don't even know how to have a life anymore. Quarantine didn't even phase me bc I already had no life to give up & still had to show up to work like regular.

It's no fuckin wonder ive had so much suicidal ideation over the years, I've nowhere I feel I can turn where i feel 100% trust.

AND I'M PRIVILEGED AF. I am white, I have a steady job & a union, I am making more money more consistently than I ever have before. Getting here has been hell & terrifying. Being shown that my parents really aren't there for me, finding out that I'm actually terribly alone in the world, & literally just having to double down on being my own best friend. It definitely ices the heart & cuts the elasticity of the tolerance.

Part of me really wants to just lay into them for this bullshit. But other part of me is like what for? If they would feel bad they should already. But they don't & won't. So I just gotta move on & ignore their calls.