A reader might think that this post would be about me by the title.
I do live with bipolar disorder.
However, today I’m ranting about my Stepdad who unloaded on me like a sub machine gun at point blank range last night.
He is so freaking terrified of mental illness and what it is and what he doesn’t understand, that he is literally banning my friends from our house. In particular, the one who just almost lost her life in an attempt.
He was so cruel with me.
He lives in this bubble with no friends and stupid right wing extremist garbage and he thinks that he is right about everything.
I appreciate that he takes good care of my mom, but he is kind of dismissive of me.
The arguments he made were so ridiculous there’s no point publishing them here. He was out of control and swearing and yelling.
He started telling me how my parents were going bankrupt supporting me.
It’s insane. Honestly.
I’m so frustrated.
So yeah. He was a total jerk. He’s lived with me for thirty years and has bothered to learn absolutely zero about mental health. It’s like some voodoo to him.
I’m steaming mad. There’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to live here. I can’t go anywhere else and I want to be with my mom. He knows that.
So yeah. Good times.
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