TW. So I had a really hard night last night. Well I guess technically it’s early this morning. I posted about it well actually I commented about it on a post I made like the other day it’s hard to explain. But I went crazy in the comment section of one of my own posts. The previous night I had taken a full dose of Tylenol p.m. which is two tablets woke up saying something that really mess with me saying I like something that I don’t and I just snowballed from there. I had my mom yell at me twice about her being able to hear me. I don’t understand how parents are so arrogant and deluded sometimes. She’s like you go to the bathroom and you do it deliberately so I can hear you I’m like no mom I went to the bathroom because I had to use the restroom and I was still having bad thoughts those two things can happen at the same time you know. It’s like what is it with parents and having like persecution complex is or something like they think their kids do everything to the annoy them it’s just humorous the amount of arrogance parents actually have. And then the genius is wonder where their kids get it from 🙄 But I’m not here to bitch about parent child relationships. That’s probably a different post lol. After I had my bad episode I was trying to calm down trying to just get some amount of sleep so I took a shot of tequila. It had been like anywhere from 4 to 5 hours since I had taken the Tylenol p.m. so I thought it was OK. And admittedly the shots kind of big the glass I mean so it’s probably maybe either a shot or a shot and a half like just judging by the size of the glass I don’t drink alcohol I’ll let much so I wouldn’t be able to accurately say but it was a hefty amount. And so I start to feel the effects and calm down but then I thought of hanging boobs pointy ones and I know I don’t like those. And the other thoughts I’m struggling with in my comment section on the previous post I made it’s still haunting me. And I’m scared I kept thinking nothing anything is sex with in a pair of boobs and I keep saying anything sexier than a pair of hot boots or not hot and I keep thinking of women I’m scared I am I don’t wanna start having a type of developing a thing I don’t have any kind of desire for girls whatsoever like none. And I said nothing anything sexier than that and the thing is I know I like dick and I’m scared I do and that means I don’t want the same sex I don’t want both sexes I know my love for my guys there but I didn’t act like he is and I feel funny because I don’t want more muscle I want my guy and I know he’s there and I don’t want boobs but it’s just for me to I kept smiling saying nothing anything sexier than women and I thought was thinking of their bodies saying nothing and it’s the way I was smiling though scaring me and I’m scared I was basically smiling like a dude and I’m frightened something was happening down there I don’t know if there was no like throbbing there was no swelling but I’m scared of the way I’m smiling I was scared I was feeling like that if you know what I mean and I’m scared that means that I am but I’m not bisexual and I was frightened that I was starting to get like wet like women are but they’re not sexy and when I was finally able to get home and check myself basically nothing was going on. I just don’t like the way I was smiling like a guy women are not sexier than men women are not sexy to me in that capacity at all let alone than the opposite sex. Does anybody think that me combining sleeping pills and tequila might be Contributing to my like facial expressions and shit in a weird mood I’m having? I’m very frightened I don’t like the way you’re smiling over women say nothing when anything is hotter sexier than that women naked or not my thing and I’m starting to feel funny they’re not sexy! OK back to parents being total fucking jack asses. I’m in the kitchen in my apartment. My apartment is like 1200 ft.² it is not small. It’s like. starter home so it’s not like huge or anything but it’s definitely not the typical small apartment. So I’m in my kitchen around the corner from the hallway and my mom‘s room is at the end of the hallway. And I’m not shouting I’m not yelling. I’m speaking either at a moderate voice or lower than that and so I’m using talk to text to post this because I’m just tired and I don’t have the energy to type that stuff. And I’m scared I don’t wanna change into bisexuality I don’t fucking care if it’s not wrong but that’s not the point I’m talking and I would think that it’s probably a normal level and my mom says from her room in the most obnoxious passive aggressive little sing song tone “Catlin I can hear you” I’m not even shouting so why do parents enjoy putting their kids down why do parents crave power dominance and control? Like are they really that feeble? As I feel like only feeble people want that over anyone other than themselves. But it’s like I’m not right outside her door I should be able to talk about stuff without her being such a bitch Anyway I would really appreciate some input but I wouldn’t be surprised if no one comments. I know my stuff is overwhelming

I worry people might get the wrong idea when I share this but I must post it because I’m scared so basically this is gonna sound weird but I have always sorta been a violent kid but in a normal way if that makes sense like if someone tris over I would find the ridiculously funny but what kinda confuses me is when loved ones hurt themselves I laugh it’s not like I’m putting it on idk I just randomly laugh and i find funny please don’t think I’m a bad person because I’m really not and I’m scared abt this but that’s not the point of this story so I will get to the pint now so basically I was walking upstairs and I hit my head on the door and my mum laughed at me and I said “its not funny I hit my head” and she said something else that made me angry I can’t remember and then I started to charge at her like I was gonna hit her or something and it scared me cuz I wanted to push her or something ( not harmful just like as a back off kinda thing) which I know it’s horrible writing it out but then while I had that urge to push it her or something I also got a groinal so then OCD was like ”you were gonna s3xualy attack just then and you liked it” and now I’m to scared to go near her just in case it happens again cuz I’ve been in a spiral for days now, again please don’t tell me I’m a bad person cuz I already feel like that cuz writing it out it sounds worse then it is irl im sorry if this was triggering and please reply and tell me your thoughts on this.

Okay. So, for those who have seen my previous posts, you are probably well versed in what I have been going through, but I feel like venting again. 😅 So, my brother came home from the hospital (because of SI), and I'm extremely on edge from that. Bro has the F*CKING AUDACITY to mock me when I'm in pain, sigh, cry, or laugh. When he used to do that, he would smack/punch/kick/etc. me, and I got in trouble with DCFS for hitting back (1 1/2 years ago), so now I can't have kids until I'm 21 (I'll be 18 in 9 days), otherwise, they'll be taken away. I cannot laugh, joke (I'm the queen of dad jokes), cry, TALK in a silly voice, sing (my main stress relief, even if it's excruciating), or anything along the lines of expressing myself without him becoming "triggered" because it's a "boundary." I AIN'T DOING SH*T TO HIM. I MOSTLY STAY AWAY FROM HIM AND GET SNAPPED AT FOR TALKING TO >OUR< PARENTS. I don't want to go home at the end of the day, to be honest. I'm soo f*cking DONE with all this BULLSH*T!!! I overheard my dad telling my mom that he thinks my brother and I are just "faking" and "attention seeking." HOW THE F*CK DO YOU FAKE A SEIZURE??? OR MY LEG RANDOMLY CONVULSING. I DON'T F*CKING WANT BRUISES EVERYWHERE! I DON'T WANT TO FALL DOWN THE F*CKING >>STAIRS<<!!!! So then my OCD goes into overdrive, telling me that I'm not in pain, that I am faking everything, that there is nothing wrong with me, and to stop lying. That the memories of falling down the stairs are just fake and lies, even though I have the bruises to prove it. I don't get dizzy, I don't stumble, and I don't see stars when I CLEARLY AM. I'm so TIRED. My anxiety is going INSANE, so of course my BPD mood swings have to as well, so that's just f*cking PERFECT!! Absof*ckinglutely PERFECT. I'm tired of my body not working properly, I HATE my body. I HATE my personality because of how insanely unpredictable it causes me to be. I HATE how helpless I feel. I just want to make my family happy. I want them to love me. I don't want to be a burden anymore. 💔😢

Early this morning, my mom and I had a really, really long discussion. We talked about a lot, but it eventually led to me. She said that because of her past relationships, which she feels like involved some sort of power struggle, sometimes if I hug her too often, she gets uncomfortable/anxious. For context, before my parents (mom or dad) go anywhere, I'll say goodbye, I love you, and give them a quick hug or two. Even if I'm just going upstairs or walking away from a conversation! I've done this since I was little. It might've been a compulsion back then, but it's just habit now. But a couple of months ago, when I was in a really dark place due to OCD, I'd give my mom really long hugs because I just wanted comfort during that point in time. Unfortunately, it ended up stressing my mom out, and she pushed me away once and said it was weird or uncomfortable when I hugged her because it didn't feel genuine. That really hurt to be rejected like that, and then later, my sister told me my mom complained about me in the car about how it felt like I was draining the energy from her and annoying. Which... That hurt, too. But I mainly felt guilt because that wasn't my intention at all, and I've since tried my best not to hug her as often. So when she brought it up again today, she said she feels like she's experiencing a power struggle with me and that when I was younger, she said she felt like everything had to be on my terms. The context behind that is due to me being a really anxious child (and baby). I'd wake her up because I'd get really bad anxiety at night and panic, and she said it was really exhausting and that she's never known what to do with me. Then she went on to tell me really private details about my father and hers marriage (they've been divorced since I was little), and how that's affected her, and I just felt really uncomfortable. Like I want to be respect her boundaries, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable, but... I don't know what to do with all of this...? I didn't need to know those details about her and my father, and I feel really disgusting inside. And also guilty because my dad doesn't know that I know any of these things now, and I'm overwhelmed. I talked to my dad and his girlfriend about it, and I just started crying. I just feel so... Ugh :( They both comforted me, and my dad said that my mom's always struggled with physical affection and that I shouldn't take it personally. But it hurts to be rejected by a parent like that. I've tried the best I can to be understanding and supportive with her, but it just felt like she's seen me as a burden or something unfixable. If you read this far, thank you so much. I'm just really struggling to process this. I felt better after talking with my dad, but once he went to bed and I went back to my room, I just broke down.