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I finally am ready to ditch a certain somebody in my life.

Ok how about making videos for social media for extra income? there are people with autiusm making a live on social media. Just make sure to stay on budget. You can do it bro we believe in you.
I remember, ten years ago, I had a website where I posted movie reviews. I was doing networking online, promoting myself on movie forums and IMDb, and every week my audience grew a little. My hope was that eventually I would land some freelance work if I put my name out there enough.

But as soon as my mother realized I was advertising that I would post new content on my site every Friday night, she did her best to make sure I was always away from my computer and sleeping at her house Friday nights. When I told her I was trying to make a name for myself, she insisted I was “obsessed with my stupid blog” and that I was being mentally ill. Honestly, she was more obsessed with sabotaging me than I ever was about the website.

Now she claims she always supported my film criticism hobby, but she is only saying that now that most of the family has read my writing and thought it is great.
 
I remember, ten years ago, I had a website where I posted movie reviews. I was doing networking online, promoting myself on movie forums and IMDb, and every week my audience grew a little.

Maybe it's time to go back to that?

You might need to change the format... the internet has changed a lot in 10 years... but whatever passion you put into it will shine through.

Anyway, it's nice to see that you're ready to get away from her.

I'd wondered when you were going to do it.

How do you feel now?
 
You are doing the right thing. You need your space, your privacy and your freedom and she is destroying these things. You need to take care aboiut yourself. And you should describe the situation another time to the other members of your family
 
Now she claims she always supported my film criticism hobby, but she is only saying that now that most of the family has read my writing and thought it is great.

No surprise there. Someone so passive-aggressive is likely to confound and confuse you, only to intentionally validate their own behavior.

To pretend to be supportive, while always punching and jabbing at your psyche.
 
I talked with my therapist this morning, and she said my always talking about things she done in the past, my retreating into marijuana and video games, my couch potato time watching brainless TV - I am just avoiding grieving the fact that my parents were not actually parenting me.
 
The real kicker is this.

I often feel traumatic events that happened decades ago as if they happened just seconds ago.

I hate to admit this. This is weakness.
 
To think that both my mother and my sister ganged up on me because I was not doing a good enough job fellating my stepfather’s ego.

My stepfather was a monster. He threw profane tantrums over the tiniest of things. Miss a spot when mopping the kitchen floor? Then I better prepare to hear about how he had the legal right to break my bones since I had no legal rights until I turned 18.

And my mother assumed I was the person in the house who needed chemical restraints. My mother took me to doctors who let her do all the talking, and chemical restraints were prescribed to me based on that alone. But once I turned 18 and took control of my own mental health care, she started telling me that the doctors and therapists I was seeing were bad because she could not influence them.

Forget all this noise. Forget my entire blood family. I really want to use the worst words in the English language right now to emphasize the depths of my hatred.
 
The real kicker is this.

I often feel traumatic events that happened decades ago as if they happened just seconds ago.

I hate to admit this. This is weakness.
That isn't weakness. That's how trauma affects people.

No one would fault a soldier for having PTSD. That's not weakness.
 
That isn't weakness. That's how trauma affects people.

No one would fault a soldier for having PTSD. That's not weakness.
My mother and stepfather fault me for it by saying, “How long ago did that happen? You should get over it.”

But sexual, emotional and physical abuse can’t be dismissed like that. And I spent so many years of my life in a situation my mother intentionally created - anybody could do whatever they wanted to me, and she made sure there was nothing I could do about any of it.
 
My mother and stepfather fault me for it by saying, “How long ago did that happen? You should get over it.”

But sexual, emotional and physical abuse can’t be dismissed like that. And I spent so many years of my life in a situation my mother intentionally created - anybody could do whatever they wanted to me, and she made sure there was nothing I could do about any of it.
Ultimately - Consider the source. Who gives a damn what they think/say?

Stop placing so much importance on what your abusers think of you.

I know probably the source of at least some of your pain is that need for parental validation. But it does not sound like you're ever going to get that so you need to come to terms with that. It's a loss like any other. But heal and move forward.
 
The real kicker is this.

I often feel traumatic events that happened decades ago as if they happened just seconds ago.

I hate to admit this. This is weakness.

I'm still pissed that Scott S knocked me down and demolished my thermos bottle.

That was 1961....Kindergarten. My bad. :eek:
 

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