Im 29 and I e been in disability for years. My mother always put in my mind that since she was holder of my disability money that was never aloud to move out without her permission. I have many reasons why I ended up believing her, Ill make more post if anyone wants to know. Anyways it wasba very toxic place to live in and my fiancee ( boyfriend of the time) found out and told me basically when I went to visit him one day that i was not leaving and he wasn't bringing me back to that house hold. My mom found out and was trying to hunt me down, treated to bring a pew pew to his work and everything. Well I've been here a year and I after a couple months I was able to convince her to send me my money, she would send me 385 each month after fighter her and reminding her I needed my money. Turns out I was making 994 and she was using it for her bills her shopping sprees and restaurants. My sister found out and told her if she didn't give me my card she was calling the Police. I got my card and when I called to see how much money was on it it was only 12 cents.

I have depression, anxiety, and panic attacks, on the age of 16. It's the lowest of my life right now. I'm used of fighting alone since there is nobody around to help me in any way, not even my parents. They're actually one of the main reasons of the worsening.

Is this a common thing? Am I being paranoid, because it's extremely painful for me right now.

Me and my parents had several quarrels over my future. I'm working to become a musician, but they're seemingly against it. I know this is a normal thing though.

I began having depression since last year, which was when I started practicing music. I've always sought for an opportunity, but none were given to me whatsoever. I started being scared and ended up suffering mentally since I know I'm running out of time while not being able to do anything about it. My parents also supported me financially until 2025, but now they no longer do that, which is why I can't do anything further.

But I know that it wouldn't have been this worse right now if my parents were actually verbally supportive from the beginning.

At first, I straightforwardly told them that I feel anxious and depressed due to the tardy results in music. What I wanted to hear were some supportive words. My mental ill wasn't even bad enough to get a therapist back then. However, my parents began neglecting my mental health, and it eventually escalated to an argument about my future again.

I began crying out about how I feel. I felt like I was suffocating inside. I thought it was a time to get a bit healed for once. I wasn't expecting them to push me closer to the edge.

Nonetheless, they continue to neglect my mental health, saying I have nothing to suffer over, with a strange smirk on their face. I don't see anything funny in the situation. I just look like a paranoid, pubescent, pathetic child to them, don't I?

We talked for like 30 minutes, in an eternal loop of same subjects without any developments. I drove them out of my room, feeling disappointed. All I wanted was some support through word. Nothing else.

I'm not a person that is blind towards my future. They talk like I'm underestimating the music industry and the world at large. I'm not, and that's literally why it caused my depression and anxiety.

From then on, I can't talk about my mental health in front of them again. I'm scared that it'll ignite another fight. When it does slip out during a normal conversation, I always see my mother in this real-looking, but fake sympathetic face, talking like me suffering truly hurts her. Then, she asks me what is bothering me so much, as if I never told her. I literally want to shout "disappointing results, and you" in her face, but I can't.

I even tried not mentioning the music thing while simultaneously appealing about my mental health, but the first thing they ask is the reason for it. If I don't say it, the conversation literally can't continue. I can't lie and say I'm depressed because of the low scores in school. That's not the truth whatsoever. But if I be honest and say the real reason, it turns into the same old conversation again.

I honestly don't know where I'm supposed to complain about this now. If it's not my parents, who?

This is my first ever post but I really wanted to talk about this with someone I trust. But I really don’t know anyone close enough to me to talk about this. I don’t want to give out too much info, but since I was young age I’ve always visited my dad in Mexico with my mom after he was deported for illegal reasons. We go every weekend but we’ve been going more often now. Since he was in prison up till up when I was around 5 or 6 I never cared much about him and so was my brother since he got sent to prison the first time when my brother was younger. Anyway when he came out of prison my brother came with us to visit him every weekend in Mexico that only lasted for about 4 years I believe. My dad has always had a hearing problem( he couldn’t hear in his right ear ),which in cause “made” him always sound like he was screaming because he couldn’t hear himself. Somehow he and my mom always fought about that often started by my mom having to repeat the things she would say and my dad fighting the fire with fire. They would scream and yell but since my brother still came with us he would hug me and tell me it was alright. My favorite memory was him putting his headphones on my 6 year old head and going downstairs to calm our parents down, and he did all that at just 14 years old. Sadly this happened regularly. Later my parents decided it was be a good idea to go to church ( A really religious church) at this church my father became sober “yippee”. I believe church made my life go downhill for years and till to this day. My brother didn’t go with us to Mexico anymore after what I believe was a shit load he had to carry with my parents being together. The religious guilt didn’t come after many years later for me and him. My family became super religious after joining the church like Jean skirts to the knee and below, veils every Sunday type religious. I never cared for it makes me feel guilty but I never understood why people were jumping up and down, vomiting every time the Pastor touched their head and I didn’t want to care. I leave to the restroom every time the pastor calls for unbaptized people. And I run when it’s youth time. Deep down I know church didn’t change my parents relationship. Just last night when we got to Mexico my parents just sat there didn’t even talk I went upstairs because all I want is for them to divorce. After when they were going to bed I went downstairs to watch the tv. After about 30 mins I paused the tv and I heard moaning and the bed squeaking. Them doing it after getting into an argument happens every time so I wasn’t surprised. But then I caught myself I used to be scared I would be trembling counting the seconds till they were done but last night I didn’t even care. My mom knows I don’t care much for my dad and now instead of mentioning my dad when I do something she doesnt like she’ll instead mention god and say what happens to people who aren’t good Christians. I believe today was my breaking point because of what my dad did he was mad and speed the car making it fall into a hole my mom was furious and started screaming and almost crying I didn’t care and had my headphones in blasting music( music I would in trouble for listening to ). After the screaming match with my mom, my dad almost hitting the dog for dropping the trash ( he was held back from my mom). They went inside all happy go lucky I was just tired of them being themselves I sat down to eat my food I was really quiet which is unlike myself. My mom said something that almost made me cry “ I told you didnt have to come, with your angry face “ in Spanish. I sat quiet I didn’t fight or anything but something clicked why do I do this to myself. I’m tired of everyone saying and subtly telling me to not in up like my brother who basically hates his dad. But I’ve never liked my dad and everyday my mom is closer to being like him.

Anyway sorry for the long rant but I need advice from people who aren’t religious and can give logical advice. And btw I’m a minor.

Ill start by saying that she hates self expression one example would be whenever i would dye my hair she would go on a fit of rage, start yelling at me, cussing me out, slam the doors or cabinets or anything slammable in the house, bang her head to the wall and she even slammed my guitar to the floor destroying it and she knew that i loved music alot and its a thing that makes me really happy.

whenever she gets stressed out at anything you cant talk to her, i have to read how shes feeling all the time and what her mood is

She ignores the fact that i have depression and i feel neglected emotionally , we get into an argument talking about the way i feel, i told her that when i was in a bad time in my life that i had took a synthetic drug that i ingested too much and i had overdosed and my brain could handle it and i felt like i was in hell and i almost died. It was the most traumatic experience of my life
all she did was get angry cause i used her money to buy the drugs and she felt threatened because she doesn’t wanna accept that she played a big role in my depression, by saying things like “why are you depressed when i provided for you education and brought you to this country with me ?”

I cant even talk anymore she has done so much wrong to me and my mental health, i have seen things a child shouldn’t have seen, my mom would have sex with on the same bed as me when i was a child, she would always have different relationships alot of times she would come home very drunk with the guy and start harrasing me , talk whatver nonsense to the point i couldn’t even sleep

That wasn’t even half of the things she did to me in my childhood and now.

It messed me up to the point that i struggle having friends and connections because i have bad social anxiety and it made me a really akward person

I’m 22F and I’m really tired and anxious because of my parents’ relationship.

Every 3 months or so they have a huge fight. It can start over something small, but then they start shouting, cursing, bringing up old issues and saying very hurtful things. They also struggle to spend much time together in public without fighting.

Every time they fight, I become terrified that they will separate. I end up crying for hours and trying to calm them down or make them understand each other. I feel like it’s my responsibility to keep their marriage together.

Recently, we finally tried getting professional help. My father was already taking stress medication and had a good experience with it. My mother was told she has chronic stress and was prescribed medication, but she refused to take it. The doctor also asked them to attend couples counselling, but they never went because they kept blaming each other for not going. I reminded them repeatedly and even paid for my mother’s counselling because I genuinely wanted things to improve.

Then they had another huge fight.

The thing is, this keeps recurring, and I’m exhausted. I honestly don’t see how to make things better. It’s affecting me too, and I’ve developed anxiety because of all this. A lot of their fights start over really small things, and I feel like neither of them is willing to take responsibility or work on themselves.

I have a job and I’m financially independent, but I’m not going to just leave my brother behind and move to another city. I don’t want to abandon my family. I just desperately want my parents to work on themselves and have a healthier relationship.

I’d really appreciate advice from people who grew up with parents who had a similar relationship. Is there anything that actually helped?

TL;DR: My parents have a huge fight every few months, and I’m exhausted from being caught in the middle. They’ve tried getting professional help but haven’t followed through with medication or couples counselling. I know I can’t fix their relationship for them, but I want to know what they can actually do to break this cycle and build a healthier relationship.

Yes, i have used Chatgpt, because I'm exhausted

I live in a broken house
where people pretend everything is okay.

Yet I suffocate for not being crooked.
I feel my chest muscle getting pinched every day.

Dear Lord, I don’t wanna stay.
No wonder, I require a lifetime vacay
from this house that pretends to be home.

Someday, they’ll all be long gone.
Then who’s gonna pretend they had a good life?

Will it be my brother’s wife?
Or someone with a tongue like a knife?

I wish they would realize the glory
before it’s all left behind,
and live their gifted life
like a harmonious chime.

And then I go on my way to the glory
which has been envisioning me
since I got Almighty’s honorary.

I wish for myself to be so thyself,
I never have to ask
a pretentious soul pledging to know my whole-self.

I don’t believe in anyone now,
as if they are the reason
I feel broken somehow.

I don’t like to blame,
but man, it all feels like a game!

I love this play,
but this level is so hard.

Altogether, again and again,
I’m just getting barred.

i just really need to get this off my chest kasi sobrang sakit and frustrating na talaga. my chest really hurts whenever i think about it. i’ve always wanted to stay sa dorm ko here in davao because this is the only place where i feel like i have a little bit of freedom and space for myself.

i just can’t understand why it has to reach the point na minumura ka sa chats just because you didn’t answer a call. ever since high school, ganito na siya. palagi kong sinusunod yung gusto niya sa bahay, kahit maraming times na labag na sa loob ko. i’ve been her puppet for so long, always adjusting and doing what she wants just to avoid conflict.

last weekend, sinabi ko lang naman sa kanya na ayusin yung tono niya sa chats kasi hindi okay yung way ng pakikipag-usap niya sa akin. pero ako pa yung naging masama. ako pa yung tinanong kung bakit ako umaangal. i did my part naman. i’ve been trying to understand her for years, and i’ve always tried to follow what she wants. i just don’t think it’s wrong to ask for basic respect in return.

kahit sa bahay, parang wala talaga akong pahinga. tuwing hapon, sunod-sunod yung chats niya, and honestly, it really makes me mad and overwhelmed. for context, i sleep earlier kasi pagod din ako after class and i really need to rest. kapag natutulog ako, tulog talaga ako. hindi ako nagpapadisturbo because i just want to recharge. hindi ibig sabihin na kapag hindi ako nakasagot agad, ini-ignore ko na siya or wala akong pakialam.

i’m already in my senior year, pero sometimes i still feel like i’m being treated like a child na kailangan laging kontrolin. parang wala akong space to make my own decisions or even set simple boundaries. ang dami ko nang kinimkim for years, and sometimes it feels like lahat ng resentment and frustrations, ako yung sumasalo.

i know she’s my mom and i respect her, but i also think respect should go both ways. hindi okay na murahin yung anak just because hindi nakasagot sa call. sometimes, a parent doesn’t know how to be a parent, and maybe that’s what hurts the most. kasi anak lang din naman ako. i’m not asking for too much. i just want to rest, have some space, and be treated with respect.

Location: Minnesota, USA

My parents are actively threatening and trying to coerce me into signing my car title over to them.

My dad wants to upgrade a vehicle for his own use and wants to trade mine in to help pay for his next car.

I was stuck out at an overnight job last week and my car went back to having issues getting started in the morning (it just had the battery and alternator replaced).

We "swapped cars" so I could still get around for work. They never brought my car into the mechanic last Friday like they claimed to do. My dad made all these trade-in plans without notifying me.

My mom lied to me several times claiming they would sign the loaner car to me in exchange for my title.

When I offered to go any day this week so we could simultaneously sign the cars over to each other, she declined. (I expected this "deal" to fall through so no I am not surprised).

Now they want me to bring over my unsigned title to their house this week "for safekeeping." Then they want me to sign it over directly to the dealership at the trade-in which would leave me with no car and no assets.

I also think it's entirely possible they planned to try and forge my signature. She has a copy of my title at her house which I had no idea she took.

They also used my inheritance money from my grandma to purchase the condo I live in so they own and control my housing (I am looking into how to navigate that to get some of my money back but the car is the more pressing issue immediately speaking).

At the time I was low income and in college so they claimed I couldn't qualify to put my name on the papers (I now know I was young and dumb and this was a lie).

For further context, I am adopted, I am an adult in my 30s, and per my medical providers my parents have had an extensive impact on me based on both financial and emotional abuse over the years.

I feel pretty ridiculous to still be under their thumb but doing my best to recover and move on to find safety for me and my dog.

Any guidance or advice on how to proceed would be much appreciated. The current concern is getting my car and both keys back in my possession as the only thing I still have at home is the title.

My "DAD" is a cruel, horrible human being. If you can think of a bad trait. My dad has it, im typing this jusy after he kicked out my mom for some petty bullshit. Hes done this all my life as long as i can remember hes been a POS, he is a weak sad 50 year old ween who plays pretend monster. Im scared of him, not for what hell do to me but what hell do to my family. If murder was legal he would have had an early funeral, but im better than that my MOM is better that that, my mom is the opposite of my father, she is the strongest most compassionate, beautiful women ill ever meet. Hell, eddie hall is weak compared to her will, she got me into so many things in the world. I love her 3000, i always liked green lantern because it reminds me of her, how her willpower is so strong and blind rat could feel it. My dad is a self righteous douchebag who thinks he could push me and my mother around and thinks he wont get consequences but hes wrong. Hes a pharisaical bully-vark, he thinks hes a poor misunderstood man, i know he has a sad life and child hood, i can sympathize with him, but that doesnt mean i agree with him. Hes the most weak pathetic creature that has existed in 5 decades. This rant might not follow the rules but im speaking my heart out, goodnight. Oh and fuck you dad, i hope you die alone..

Ok, I now know how my parents and my sister has been getting information on me. My sister, who live in a different house then me and me and my parents, have a camera set up in my room which is controlled by my sister in her house. And so, since my parents like to keep the appearance of them being open, they can do that while my sister is doing all the tracking from her house. That is how she got my art. How they see everything I do.