#like yknow my missing cat who's been gone for 3 months bc my dad is a careless piece of shit and left the terrace door open at night

[definitelynotsiffrin]

Today was SUCH a great fucking day (very intense sarcasm noises)

First my dad spent a good hour and a half pretty much mocking my disability (not a rarity) by saying over and over just how EASY it is to get to the phone repair shop, all but one of those being said after I thoroughly explained I, fun fact, literally cannot fucking control how my mental issues fuck with my capability of directional sense (or memory, or sleep, or chronic exhaustion, or physical issues with movement, etc for eternity)

After finally dropping the phone at the repair place I had to go home, my dad ditching bc he wanted to go somewhere else before my mom picked him up (sudden btw! she literally called as we were making our way back! we autistics sure love a sudden change of plans we were not warned about!!)

Then, right as I'm about to enter my home, I realize my keys fell out when i picked up my bag. AKA I could not open the door.

BUT my sibling is at home, bc she's sick so she didn't go to class which means she is not going anywhere. SO she can just, open the door, RIGHT??? RIGHT??????

Apparently not! Because while I had the worst fucking panic attack i've bad in a long while I rang the bell for fifteen fucking minutes!!!

FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SHE DECIDED SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR

Why? Well because she was scared (she was anxious and didnt want to deal with social interactions, not like "Ohh im paranoid someone will kill me if i answer" scared. I know bc we've discussed this before. we literally share the same brand of anxiety)

Fun facts: -She can check thru the window, we live in an appartment with a PERFECT view of the door that nobody would see her thru -ITS AN APPARTMENT, THE BELL WAS NOT AT OUR DOOR, IT WAS DOWNSTAIRS. If something weird happened she could just NOT open the door after listening thru the bell phone thing since I could have not known at fucking all -Here ringing more than twice is INCREDIBLY rude and innapropiate and nobody in their right fucking mind would ring for five minutes straight, much less fifteen. Unless they lived there, which I do.

I would've been locked out of my house with no phone, 5 bucks on my wallet and NOTHING ELSE (not even a jacket for when it got colder, fun fact!!!!! BC ITS FUCKING COLD OUT DURING THE EVENING NOW) for AT LEAST A WHOLE DAY UNTIL MY DAD WAS BACK FROM WORK AT 7AM TOMORROW

I love my fucking family (Again, very extreme sarcasm)