TW: S*icide, abusive family, venting
Hey everyone.
I'm sorry for making another vent post. I'll make this my last vent post for a while. I know that nobody really cares about these, so I'm sorry again. I'm just tired.
Yesterday I had a pretty bad day. I won't go into detail, but it was awful and I fell asleep while crying my eyes out, and I relapsed horribly.
Today, I woke up and went downstairs to get breakfast. My brother immedietely started bothering me. He repeatedly said my deadname in my face just to annoy me, even though he knows how much that bothers me. I snapped and began screaming at him to stop. My dad sided with him.
I got so angry that I told my dad I was going to end my own life. I expected him to say something at least somewhat supportive or sympathetic, but his only response was, "Ok, you go and do that, then. I'll bring you a squeegee when you're done".
(For those who don't know, a squeegee is a type of mop/broom used to clean up liquids, and in this case, blood)
I just don't know what I did to him. Its not like I can confide in my mum, either, because she hates me. I try. I try so hard to be perfect and do everything he wants and I still get all this abuse. He also told me that I'm not a real man and that he will never see me as his son.
Im sorry again for all these posts, its just that I trust you all a lot; more so than my own family, and that says a lot.
- Dino/Wilbur/Toby (he/they/xe)