a laughing joke (sober vent, don't have to read)
12 months ago
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i'm shocked i'm making it this far cos i really did try to plan to take care of myself before november 4th but i'm still here taking care of my pa on chemo--everyone suddenly forgot how abusive he was our whole lives (which is fair, he has cancer), but i'm the one doing all the appointments and taking care of him
his psychotic son (my dad) won't even check in, much less offer help
i for some reason turned to my dad on the 3rd, i overdrank and was hoping to get so drunk i could off myself--he stayed outside with me while i was on the ground but did this weird thing where he told me to lower my voice because of his misophonia, only cos i accidentally raised my voice at one point.
he knows i wanted to kill myself, and he even offered to let me come over and talk to him later on in the week.
he told me not to come cos he had a stomach ache.
i don't know bout y'all but i don't know how much of a clown i have to be to be denied any help for suicide because you got a tummy ache.
i know i have a lot of friends who care but that's got me fucked up how little my own dad cares about anyone
like i want to make him suffer somehow now
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i'm shocked i'm making it this far cos i really did try to plan to take care of myself before november 4th but i'm still here taking care of my pa on chemo--everyone suddenly forgot how abusive he was our whole lives (which is fair, he has cancer), but i'm the one doing all the appointments and taking care of him
his psychotic son (my dad) won't even check in, much less offer help
i for some reason turned to my dad on the 3rd, i overdrank and was hoping to get so drunk i could off myself--he stayed outside with me while i was on the ground but did this weird thing where he told me to lower my voice because of his misophonia, only cos i accidentally raised my voice at one point.
he knows i wanted to kill myself, and he even offered to let me come over and talk to him later on in the week.
he told me not to come cos he had a stomach ache.
i don't know bout y'all but i don't know how much of a clown i have to be to be denied any help for suicide because you got a tummy ache.
i know i have a lot of friends who care but that's got me fucked up how little my own dad cares about anyone
like i want to make him suffer somehow now
FA+

I mean you could also leave marbles on the floor on the way out, too. Or tacks.
really wanna live for me anymore anyways, cos idk what i want out of life beyond this
Find someone to love and who will love you. Or who will at least treat you better. Live for your art, for creating, for the joy you spark in other people's lives. Find your revenge in helping people who are stuck, like you, in absolute shitshow situations, and helping them get out. It'll be hard and scary at first, but. You can do it. Find your friends, your found-family.
Or hell, at the end of it all, maybe just don't die because if you do they're going to take all your stuff and make it all about them, and you don't want to give them MORE ways to circle-jerk, do you?
Anyway, if you ever need like. To crash somewhere for a bit, I'm out in Kentucky, could set you up for a little while. I'm sure you could pitch in helping out with the property. You can draw weird furry shit for me in lieu of rent.
i appreciate the support but i tend to refuse financial help, it's too tacky of me to ask
You just take care of you, okay? And look after yourself. You deserve the love and attention and you're not a terrible person.
I struggle with this, myself. Even people talking loudly makes me want to hide under my desk. I have nightmares where, if I open my mouth to speak, everybody around me looks at me like I'm the most asinine cretin they've ever had the misfortune to encounter, and what I have said is the stupidest thing they can possibly imagine. It's what was pounded into me from the age of two.
I always heard talk about the "cold, cruel world." Yeah, right. Getting away from my mother, I found the world to be kinder, more forgiving, and more generous than anything I'd ever encountered at home (not to mention more sane and rational). My brother didn't. He thought she needed "taking care of" and frankly, he'd never figured out how to live outside the bubble of codependent emotional blackmail he'd grown up with. He took care of her until she died a few years ago. I'm grateful to him for taking the bullet, and he deserved every square inch of the property he inherited (its own kind of curse, but that's another story), but the emotional cost left him struggling to even know how to take care of himself. I fully expect someday he'll have to come live with me. I just hope he'll be able to ask for help when it gets too much for him. Taking care of my dying mother, it was obvious he was in way over his head, but he couldn't even bring himself to ask for the help he was entitled to under her Medicare.
Don't wait until you're in your 60's before giving yourself permission to live your life, please!
You're gonna keep feeling like this until you escape. There is purpose for you, there is a life out there waiting to begin in earnest. But as long as you stick around in a burning house, all you'll ever see is flames and smoke.
what if he IS right and i'm the problem
You have problems, that doesn't make you the problem.
There are helplines available, some of which could point you to possible assistance for both you and your grandfather.
she keeps crawling back to her mom who would literally punch her in the face, the woman she went to jail over
i wanna Not do the crawling lol
I feel that.
Here's the thing, you're dealing with generational trauma and narcissism that your Dad passed down to you and your Pa passed down to him and so on. The only real way to deal with your problem is to un-deal with your toxic family. Don't give them ammo against you, don't be petty or try to get revenge, even if you really want to. Excommunicate them. That's it. Stop talking to them. At all. Move away, make a new family built of compromise, compassion, and actual love. You're quality of life will improve dramatically.
The real problem lies in that they've got you entirely wrapped around their little finger... if you want to get back at your Dad or anyone else, the worst thing you can do to them is break free. Break free and run. Never look back.
but i'm scared that it's like, what if it's all wrong and my folks are right and i'm just being a "child" like they always say?
like what if i do go and the guilt kills me? cos that's what i'm always told, "imagine how bad you'd feel"
You may even feel guilt once you've left and may even desire to seek kinship with them afterwards, but it'll just reopen old wounds and they'll tell you how you're the villain for leaving and how all their recent misfortune is your fault. Don't buy it. They're just pushing your buttons to try n' rope you back in.
Don't just take my word on it, look up narcissistic abuse and it's effects. There's a YouTube channel called Psych2go and they talk about narcissists a lot to try n' raise awareness about it. Look it up!
Sure, I'll grant your counter of "but you only have my side of the story to go on," and that's true. But I've been where you are, more or less. I know the reflex response of emotional blackmail will hit a fever pitch if they start to believe you'd actually leave, like a rat frantically hitting a lever to dispense food when the food stops coming. When I left, and my mother started screeching at me about how I was "ruining her plans," it was almost laughable, because she never considered me in any of her plans (when I was younger she often forgot I existed and left me at stores—and of course it was MY FAULT). But emotional blackmail was the only tool she had, so she was going to use it as hard as she could, like someone who only knows how to use a hammer being tasked with taking care of a kitten.
I did come "home" (her house never felt like home) for a brief period, after a year or so, and my time away had allowed me to see the swamp of emotional hell that suffused every square inch of her house. It's a little like living with a skunk, and being unable to smell it until you get away for awhile. But the moment you walk in the door, it hits you in the face, and you think "how can anybody live like this? How did I ever live like this?" You begin to be able see the laughably obvious manipulation and emotional sabotage for what it is. Also, she abused my dog, and that was unforgivable.
The ones they are holding.
Don't let them drive you to this, you've worked too hard already.
Just, for the wrong people.
If your blood family can't help you in a moment of need when you've been a fucking rock for them, they do not deserve you.
That doesn't mean you gotta die though.
You wanna make him suffer? Make him regret his choice to leave you on that bridge, burn it, and make damn sure you are even better off without him.
It'll be easy without all of that dead weight you call a family dragging you down.
If they've got you ready to do this, you can at least try going your own way before you do. Unchain yourself from this weight trying to kill you so desperately.
It can't make the situation worse, now can it?
You’re no clown, from the sound it, they’re emotionally bankrupt and not willing to put in even the littlest of effort towards basic human empathy. You’ve done everything and given everything you can for them, and they’ve waisted it.
Once you move away, be it to a new home or apartment, they’ll realize just how much they need you. But by that point it’ll be too late. You’ll owe them nothing, and they’ll owe you everything and more.
Please stay safe. We all want to see you happy. Whenever you need us, we’ll be here to support you however we can.
You don't owe anything to such monsters - let them figure out their own mess all by themselves while you begin living your own life.
I'm glad you didn't do "it", just comes to show you're stronger than you think you are. Be proud of that. Blud's booze brain was like "nahhh", homies looking out for you (I tease)
And take it from someone who's been down that road (not in a "omg i went thru exactly the same uwu" way, rather in a similar way so I can relate to how hard it is); after the shit my old man put me through and how I'm still paying the price; I get wanting to make them suffer. Hell, hard to even eat dinner at the same table with him without wanting to climb over and lay him out.
You have EVERY right to, and no one would blame you. But you're stronger than them, and you're a better person. Going down that road will just lead to more pain, you'll lose yourself in that vengeful rage and see a monster in the mirror someday. You may hurt others that had nothing to do with any of it too.
It won't be easy, but I know you can and WILL make it through. The fact that you even told yourself you'd start to take care of yourself is itself a HUGE step forward, it's okay to fall.
And you have a good heart for watching over your pa, but you're also carrying a burden that isn't yours. I'm sure when shit hits the fan that there are others that will help him, and you've done what you can; give yourself some piece of mind by leaving that all behind. Being around toxicity like abusive family will only make the pain hurt more.
(Also holy fuck sorry for the essay xAx)
Which is to say, the next time that impulse to take your own life gets so great, DON'T. Just Don't.
But do use that impulse to act in a way that drastically upsets it. Right now, pack a Go bag of clothes and stuff you'd like with you, put it in the trunk of your car and keep it there. Not sure if your computer is portable or easily moved, but that's probably useful to have.
Then when that impulse returns, get in your car and drive until you feel better then find a hotel and stay in it. You have some funds, it's not the best use of them but it's better than killing yourself. Have a few days to yourself without dealing with your family. Let them deal with their own problems.
If, IF, you decide to go back, tell them why you left, that next time it will be permanent. That things are going to change and you're not willing to put up with them anymore.
Planning a good exit with support would be better, but it can be daunting and being unable to shouldn't push you to the much worse extreme.
fact of the matter is the guilt, i WISH i wasn't like, this undiagnosed mess all my life being told i'm this or that until i was finally able to find temporary therapy at the time
i just wish i had ONE person in my entire extended family who was like "yeah, hey it's ok i'll help" afdsgjk;fhlk
you deserve better than this, seriously.
you're one of my favorite artists, and i dunno if you remember, but we talked via notes long ago.
hearing about you suffering like this is both saddening and makes me wish i was capable of getting you out of there.
you need to live for yourself, don't be a slave to people who care nothing for you.
from what i've seen, you are a person worthy of love and happiness.
meanwhile, that so-called "family" is deserving of a vicious beating.
i'm very tired right now so i'm probably wording this poorly--but it's been said again and again and i'm sorry for venting ad nauseam, so thank you for listening
i mean, you even admitted that you planned to end your life cause of it.
it sounds like you're punishing yourself more than anything.
those people don't deserve your help, honestly.
but i guess we can't force you to do something, all we can do is be here to listen.
so if you ever want to talk more personally and in detail, just send a note.