this is lowkey a vent but i told my dad i wanted to be a doctor instead of working for disability care company he works in.
"i want to be a doctor or botanist soon"
"you would be better off here."
"yeah but,,, this is something i want to do, either that or rabbit auctions"
"you cant take care of them, not like you can take care of yourself. you said it yourself."
"well yeah, but maybe i can get better therapy and heal!"
"they will all say the same as i did."
btw the same man whos called me a bitch, bastard, fucker, r-slur ect.
i am traumatized, i am healing. i need that space. the space for comfort. but no.
he just cant
stuck in his own fucking head.
head up his ass, as he always tells me.
hes a great dad, just he has a low temper.
i got his evilness as he says.
im a ex-n4zi, i had FUN killing small animals like birds. guess who grew up and heed because my mom helped? ME. LET ME FUCKING HEAL, STOP REMINDING ME, STOP REMINDING ME IM HANDICAPPED, I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER MY P-OCD I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER MY SCHIZOPHRENIC I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER MY DID SHUT UP.