My parents would do that same thing where any time I was excited to do anything, go anywhere, etc they would make me feel stupid and ugly and anxious about it and (usually) ruin the experience. They're not in my life anymore (for a myriad of reasons) and I will say it is a massive weight off my shoulders. I don't want to straight up trauma dump on you lmao but the instilled anxiety and projected self hatred runs deep and takes time to dissipate but it does eventually. I wouldn't give up on moving out even if it's difficult in ways other people might not understand. Hope things get better for you in whatever way that looks like.
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