#and my dad insists that i don't take my bicycle down by myself in case i hurt myself or break something in the garage
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It feels deeply weird to be doing this, but I am steadily losing it in my current living situation.
I have no job, no degree, no savings, no transportation, and severely compromised privacy. I am located in a suburb of Phoenix where high temperatures and urban sprawl make it very difficult to get anywhere without a car. Exactly zero of these things have gotten better in the last five years; several have gotten worse.
Without outside intervention, I am now further away from independence than ever.
The situation with my parents is... complicated. While my parents are supportive of me being transgender, and have up to now paid my basic living expenses with few conditions, my father has expressed vehemently over the past year that he wants me out of here as soon as possible. My father is abrasive to both me and my mother, and placating him is getting increasingly difficult. Though he hasn't done it recently, he has also thrown things at me in the past, and I have been sleeping with my door locked for most of the time I have been moved back in with my parents.
I am autistic and have some pretty serious mental health problems, including lifelong OCD and general anxiety. I have been having panic attacks semi-regularly for the past two and a half years. My dad is pretty impatient with me for being autistic, and my mom continuously tries to flatten the dynamic between the two of us as having both of us be equally at fault, often even in the next breath after admitting she can't deal with my dad either.
I'm trying. I am doing literally everything I can to balance keeping my parents satisfied against me not wanting to die. I wouldn't be asking for help if I thought I could handle my current situation.
To anyone who donates, thank you all in advance; and please don't donate if it's going to compromise your own safety.
It's go time.
My fiancee, aka, my queer anarchist wife with whom I do not have legal unity yet, is currently living in an abusive situation that I haven't been able to extricate her from for internet lesbian reasons.
Please reblog this, and if you can spare even a few dollars every little bit will help us to get her away from that, into some newer, safer accomodations, where we can stay together until everyone in our little queer caravan is all ready to pack up our things and move north together.
#if it's illustrative: i literally cannot take a shower without asking for my dad's help and i basically don't take baths any more#because there is a cat litterbox in my bathtub and it's often dirty. and i obviously can't use my parents' bathroom without permission#there are so many cases of weird apparently engineered dependency on my father that it's hard to see it as unintentional#during the cooler months i at least could ride a bicycle or walk to places in a short distance. but now it's too hot for that#during the day anyway. and most places are closed at night#and my dad insists that i don't take my bicycle down by myself in case i hurt myself or break something in the garage#he flies off the handle at me if i literally spill water (note: the carpet in our house is original and older than me)#(sometimes i could swear the *house* is my dad's first child in his mind. the way he treats me versus the house)#he has a lot of really weird rules about things that interconnect to leave me in basically perpetual dependence of him#and for some reason he doesn't see a problem with that???#if i cause any kind of situation he disapproves of. he seems to get angrier if i try to solve it by myself in any way whatsoever#both my parents also insist that it would be bad for me to be on disability. so i'm not. i am on ahcccs (arizona medicaid) though#i have like literally $100 in savings and zero income. the only time i get more money is if my mom sends me some#my parents pay for my food but make weird comments and belabor to me that what i'm eating is expensive#i feel really bad about asking for anything because i don't *think* i'm physically in danger? like i could physically stay alive#but my dad has been more and more openly contemptuous and seemingly only makes any accommodations whatsoever because my mom makes him#and my mental health has taken a nosedive because of it and i'm worried that i'm a danger to myself if i stay here#i can't contain the psychosomatic stress and he looks at me like he's disgusted i'm here half the time i walk into the room#even the fact itself that i show any symptoms of disability or mental illness seems to get him upset at me#and the more stressed i get. the harder it is to keep up with The Rules. which makes him yell at me. which makes me more stressed#he justifies all of this with basically ''i make money and you don't and it's my house and if you don't like it then leave''#please help#donation post#personal#abuse#parental abuse#ableism#i'm pretty sure i will literally survive if i can't move out for the next couple months before the actual planned move#but like. it will suck. and it feels weird asking for help when so many other people need it more#but i don't want this to destroy my mental health in a way where it ends up costing more than if i had asked for help in the first place
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