I’m thinking a lot about my parents today, kind of feeling bitter about a lot of things, some old some recent. Like when my dad and I had an argument because i was having trouble taking care of myself and he sort of made an idle threat that he could have me declared incompetent, meaning that basically my entire life would be over before it even begins (I’m about to be 18, trying to move out before I turn 19). Like am I wrong for thinking that’s a messed up thing to say to someone who is struggling and just wants to get their life together. He said that he would never actually do this, but why bring it up other than to make it clear to me that he CAN ruin my life if he wants to? It just seems so weird to me sometimes my parents are trying to help me but they don’t really understand ocd enough to, and haven’t tried to understand it better that I have seen. I feel ungrateful for being mad at them, but at the same time, I resent that they neglected my mental health for such a long time, because my brothers problems were more obvious and outwardly destructive, so they kind of didn’t pay any attention to what was going on with me until it got so bad I tried to kill self, and then when I was in the hospital after trying to kill myself, and my dad called it a “little stunt” and me a “selfish spoiled brat” (which he still won’t admit that he actually said). I’m beginning to think that my dad is emotionally abusive but I can’t tell if I have just convinced myself that he’s the abuser when really it’s me. I don’t know. It’s rough. There’s a lot more examples of shit both my parents have done or said that sticks out, but this is already a fuckin novel so yeah. Not necessarily looking for any advice (I’ll take it if you got it though), just wanted to vent a little.