It doesn’t matter what I say or how I say it, because they’ll always reply with some neurotypical bullshit that only works for neurotypicals. I can’t go outside during the day because it is genuinely extremely painful. I can’t not have my headphones, because this world is way too loud and I can hear everything that happens in the house. I can’t force myself to eat, because I’m not hungry and feel no inclination to eat.
My mum insists that she understands, and knows what I’m going through, which isn’t true in the slightest. She understands the words, not the experience (which is absolutely useless as there is no way I can verbally convey how hellish my life is)
My dad was diagnosed with autism when he was 46ish, so while he does understand some things to a certain extent, he lacks the experience of ADHD and my personal experience. Being seen as neurotypical for the first (almost) half century of your life clearly warps your perception of what should be experienced.
I don’t have the time or energy to list it all, but honestly I’m so done with having to deal with the ways of my neurotypical mother. She’s been working with the mentally ill and disabled for about thirty years, and yet she still doesn’t get it. Every time I manage to prove her wrong, or even just prove a point I’m trying to make, she’s actually correct because she says so.
I receive some benefits from the government because of my autism and ADHD. I won’t go into detail, however after almost a year of not receiving anything from it, I’ve managed to convince my parents to give me a share of the money that is legally mine, and assigned to me. They claim that they aren’t able to work the full amount of hours they could because of me, which is absolute bullshit. They chose to have three children, and, for the first time since 2019, my attendance has been higher than both my brother and my sister (however I receive the blame for reducing their hours for some reason.).
I can’t bring this up to them because they’ll insist that I’m wrong, I don’t see their sacrifices, and that they need the money (which is not true, as my siblings exert more of a financial burden, and I know that it all goes into small, unnecessary purchases-some of it goes towards short trips away, which I have to pretend to enjoy. They know that I am a creature of habit, and like being at home). It’s ironic that they don’t see my suffering, and I supposedly don’t see how much money I cost them-again, I am the least burdensome, and it was their choice to create three more humans.
Even though I have been allowed to receive some of the money, I still have to battle for it, and have been trying to get them to transfer the amount over for the past six days.
The only way that I’ll receive the full amount is if I learn to drive, which is not happening (I’ll turn 17 in less than a month, which has meant that literally everyone who tries to talk to me has attempted to convince me to learn how to control a large, metal death trap-I have very little money, can’t get a job, live in an area with small, winding roads and extremely dangerous drivers, and, most of all, I do not want to learn to fucking drive
I can’t stand my existence and would just like to be able to live a simple, peaceful life free from mental torment and agony
TL,DR:
My parents (mostly my mum) don’t understand what I’m going through, and won’t listen. They withhold money from me that is legally mine, and assigned to me, and would probably start charging me rent if I had it redirected directly to my account (which would unfortunately involve making a few phone calls)
Scrawled out a doodle of part of the situation for some slightly better visibility
