I think not living is better than growing up neglected with only bullying as love. It’s better to not live than to watch your relatives live real lives while you sit in a corner playing a video game so you’re out of sight. It’s better to not live than to have everyone in your family hate you for being dependent, but also hate you when you ask for help on being independent. It’s just not a life worth living for both parties. The real relatives deserve real lives that doesn’t involve taking care of some burden nobody wants, and the other shouldn’t live as a burden nobody wants. So many unwanted kids are put in group homes where they stagnate more solely because their parents didn’t want to try raising them. Death is better than living in prison for being unwanted.
I’m just, really going through it huh
In roman times your father had the absolute right to kill you if he wanted to.
You also weren’t considered an adult until your father died.
until your father died
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If it weren’t illegal, and if he wasn’t dead already 🎉 then I’d do exactly that. Unfortunately his grave is in another state otherwise I’d take advantage of the new portapotty.
Even though I was misdiagnosed, I would have benefited from being “wrongfully” euthanized than to live as the scum beneath my family’s shoes, having to learn basic hygiene and just about everything else on my own (while having to hide it from family since trying to be clean and mature is funny), and being in a “school” that educated me with YouTube videos while teaching me that my comfort doesn’t matter and to let anyone do whatever they want to me regardless of whether I like it or not. Fighting off a creepy stalker who copied everything I did and cornered me in the restroom made me the problem. She’s not a creep, I just don’t like. But letting another kid touch and try to rape me without reporting it (because why would someone care about something you Just Don’t Like) also made me the problem.
To this day I just tell everyone I don’t remember anything before Three Houses came out. I barely do anyway. I have no childhood memories, no family, no childhood friends, no pictures, nothing. Because while everyone else got to navigate their neighborhood and actually grow as children and teenagers, I sat on a short bus for 2 hours, in the same desk for 7 hours, then on the short bus for another 2.5 hours to go lie in bed and be out of sight like a good kid. I should have just died.
