I moved back in with my family (not the psychopath) a few months ago, and the stress has been bringing me ever closer to relapse. It’s not that they’re horrible people, just that family aren’t always the most well behaved and often believe that they can get away with being disrespectful simply by virtue of being family. As well as refusing to treat everyone living in the house as adult equals, which we are, instead of as parents and children.
The ageism inherent in the parent-children false dichotomy is infuriating enough, but the sexism here is intolerable. I will not stand for it. The sexism sickens me, and the fact that everyone else either agrees with it or passively accepts it as a means to maintain peace within the family is deplorable. There is no peace with sexism. I will not quietly seethe with rage and passively encourage sexism.
They are telling me to stuff my feelings deep inside because it’s just not nice for me to call out sexism all the time.
Read that sentence again, I’ll wait.
I am so angry and it makes me want to purge. I want to purge. I want to purge. I want to purge. I want to restrict. I want to purge. I want to break things. I want to scream and I want to break things and I want to purge and I want to bleed.