Instead of moving into an apartment, I was considering moving into the dorms.
I told my parents I was considering it. Then, I told my grandmother that’s what I was planning on doing. I was shaking when I told her over the phone.
My parents found out that was my decision before I got a chance to tell them. I hadn’t even filled out all the paperwork to live in the dorm yet.
They texted me and then talked at me furiously. They are angry with me for being inconsiderate and choosing the easy way out. They aren’t paying for health insurance and vision and dental coverage. They are planning on returning the Christmas presents they got. They are not storing anything for me. It’s my responsibility to move everything by myself and to rent a storage unit for anything I can’t bring into the dorm. I am having a very hard time eating in this house right now; I don’t want to eat.
They wanted me to move into an apartment with my younger brother. If I move into the dorm, my younger brother can’t move out.
On one hand, they are so mad at me for being lazy, not getting a job, and not planning or being excited for my future. On the other hand, they are so mad at me for changing their plans.
Overall, they don’t like talking to me. They don’t like listening to me. They believe that my anxiety, depression, eating issues, sleep issues, and gastrointestinal issues are a choice. And I’m not choosing to get better. Their goal was to get 2 of their adult children out of their house and, to me, it felt like they didn’t consider everything I was worried about. The finances. Our mental health. My mental health.
Part of me wishes I had gone with their plan because then they wouldn’t be yelling at me. But, I know what they think of me and whatever I lived in the apartment or the dorm, they are done with me.
I have 1 more year at university. If I lived with my brother, I would have had to drop out of college in order to work full-time to afford an apartment. Honestly, I can barely pass my classes now with my part time job. I have gotten a 2nd job. In the past when I have worked multiple jobs and lived with a roommate or alone and done full-time school, I stop eating and I self-harm more, and I become suicidal (I’m still here). I have grown a lot and I’m proud of my progress.
But, wouldn’t it be cruel to knowingly put myself in a situation where I am going to start hurting myself and become sicker? Isn’t it okay to choose the easier of two difficult options?
Either way, I will be moved out. I will be independent. I will be working a full-time job in a year (if I can get one in my field) and be graduated.