Hey guys? Guess what?
My mom is now trying to send me to a group home as punishment for arguing back ‘about everything’, apparently.
Like. You know. Me not shaving my legs, and me not washing the disgusting mold-covered dishes that my brother keeps in his room, and not picking up the disgusting q-tips that aforementioned brother is too lazy to actually put in the bathroom trashcan, because apparently the bathroom trash is my responsibility alone, becase I'm a girl I use it exactlctly once a month.
Apparently asking that my brother, who has not washed a single dish for over a year now wash the dishes that he keeps in his room is crossing the line.
She’s brought home paperwork for me to sign consenting to sending me to a group home. She’s going to threaten me and intimidate me and try to make me doubt myself (*trying not to laugh just thinking about it*) and belittle me into signing it.
She will literally do everything within her power to manipulate me into signing the forms.
But I’m not going to.
She’s going to throw a fit, and probably ground me (From what? These laptops aren’t even supposed to be here still. But she’s literally too lazy to get them sent back.), and just in general make my friends (who are sleeping over) feel awkward.
(While they can breathe in between incredulous laughter, that is)
So. Anyways.
This is what I have to put up with.
A mother who uses mental health facilities as punishments, tells me to be ‘as disabled as possible’ on financial forms so we can get extra money (which I didn’t, because that’s extremely fucking stupid, immoral, and is what makes it so hard for people who really need help to actually fucking get it), and then flips the fuck out when I actually ‘act autistic’.
Apparently not wanting to wear jeans because I hate the texture is a crime. (because apparently wearing jeans is like, an integral part of our culture and if you don’t wear them you’re an absolute failure??????)
Apparently not being able to remember directions unless I walk there (as opposed to sitting in a car) is a crime.
Apparently not being able to remember how to drive to somewhere when we literally have not driven there in MONTHS (because that is how far apart out half-an-hour-long driving sessions are, and she somehow expects us to be fucking experts the next time we get into the car) is ridiculous and concerning and impossible.
This is the mother that literally screamed at me in my face, literally screaming, that she “doesn’t care” what asexual means, because she doesn’t want to know, because she doesn’t care, because I “shouldn’t have to label myself” and apparently the only reason same-sex marriage is actively outlawed is because people “just had to go and make a big deal about it”.
Do you see why I want to move out yet?
Not to mention she’s incredibly, ridiculously racist, sexist, rude to literally every single person she meets, and did I mention she has emotionally manipulated all four of us (my brothers and my twin and I) into feeling guilty for eating food at restaurants since literally as long as any of us can remember?
*cough* *points to OPMO Gofundme* *cough* http://www.gofundme.com/dj6474
