my parents still treat me like a child i’m almost 18 . my parents have never liked my boyfriend from the beginning . we broke up for some time and for back together recently and i kept it from my parents bc of how they reacted when we first dated . our relationship has been great but i hate being home and he has always noticed that there were bad vibes in the house so he would come over but he never looked happy and i wasn’t happy either . we would have to stay on the couch and were not allowed to even touch each other . when i go to his house i can do whatever we can cook we can have fun . my mom said that i can go to his house once a week for 2 - 3 hours but i’m almost 18 and i’ve had those rules for years . she said if i want to be treated like an adult i have to act like one so i’m trying to show out , wash my clothes and such . i’m so annoyed . it makes me want to move out . bc they’ve been like that when i had friends too . i’m tired . i’m so tired

I really need help. This isn’t ocd related but I don’t know what to do and I have no one to go to. I think my mom is verbally abusive and I don’t know if I’m overthinking because I’m told all the time I overthink things but I can’t calm down. My mom has treated me horrible my whole life she doesn’t pay attention when I tell her things I’m excited about, she dismisses my feelings or when I’m upset and makes me feel like I’m a problem or that I don’t matter and that her problems are always worse than mine. She has threatened to hit me many times throughout my life but never has except for once when I was little I had a horrible headache and was crying from the pain in my room and we had company and she came in and hit me and told me to shut up that I’m worrying the company. She’s called me so many horrible names and just did today. We were playing cards and listening to music with my grandma and when I made a music suggestion she had a strong opinion about a singer that she has also listened to and when I got irritated about it she stopped playing and said I was a “little bitc*” said “another holiday ruined” and made a comment about my friends at work and that I treat them some way is why I lost them or whatever and she’s always called me much worse. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and I want to escape so badly but I can’t I have no where to go. I’m 23 and live with my mom and grandma. I can’t afford to move out and if I did I would have to live in my car. I’m so scared and upset. I hate myself. I wish I could just give up and I’m scared if I do that than it’s going to get much worse for me but at this point I don’t care. I have no one who loves me or cares about me and I definitely don’t have my mom because if it were any one else she would be so kind to them and treat them so nice if they were going through a hard time because I’ve heard her do that for many people but in real life when no one is listening and I tell her what is going on and why I’m upset she yells and screams at me saying I’m a ungrateful bitc* and that there’s nothing I could possibly be stressed about and many other things. I can’t do this anymore. I wish I could be free

I turn 18 in one month and on one hand I’m excited but on the other I’m nervous about the pressure that comes with this age, new responsibilities, the pressure to move out like everyone else my age…has anyone else felt this way? What ways have you felt less stressed?

I’m nearly out of options, my parents are absolute dickheads and assholes, they’ve been helping me with my OCD for 5 months and have just told me they’ve given up and don’t want to help me anymore, they, I quote, ”don’t want to suffer with me”, their suffering being just closing the door behind me because I’m scared I will close it on my cats by accident or occasionally move solething to a safer spot in case it light fall on my cats like knifes, forks etc. And buying me disposable paper plates and forks to eat with and they call that suffering witb me... When I spent the past 5 months constantly being anxious about my cats’ safety, spending sleepless nights crying my eyes out wishing I was normal and doing upwards to hours of compulsions daily to make sure my cats’ envioremenement was safe and taking care of them, not to mention all the days wasted preventing myself frol having fun doing things I enjoy to punish myself from my actions and intrusive thoughts, that’s my suffering, I don’t want to be a selfish prick, but I think I’m justiified in saying my suffering outweights theirs a thousandfold. My dad yelled at me, saying I’m not doing anything to get better?! Like, is he stupid? Does he think I’m the one delaying my appointement with my psychiatrist? My psychiatrist is the one who was supposed to see me last month but told me he couldn’t at the very last minute because he had a meeting to attend to... And no other psychiatrist are available for now and have an even bigger waiting list. He told me I wouldn’t see a doctor to get some medication when I already have medication, I’ll see the doctor when I’ll see I’m running out, I’m not refusing to see one. He said I should find a job when I’m already at uni and don’t have the physical and mental strenght to do that yet. He yelled at me to stop with my OCD immediatly or he’ll kick me out of the house knowing I have nowhere to go.