The more open and authentic I am with my family, the less respect I get from them.
I’m neurodivergent, and keeping my mask on outside the house is already exhausting. By the time I get home, I have nothing left. At home, I’m weird, playful, and unpredictable, that’s just who I am when I’m not performing.
But my family acts like my number one haters. They don’t say it outright, but their reactions say everything. The looks, like “what the hell are you wearing?” or “why would you say that?” The microaggressions. The annoyed glances when I express myself. The ghosting mid-conversation, talking over me, even in front of other people. I honestly hate going out in public with them. It’s embarrassing.
They want me to accept their micromanaging, but the more I open up, the more excluded and smaller I feel.
At work and in college, I’m the complete opposite, respected, capable, myself in a different way.
So now, to protect myself from what feels like psychological abuse, I have to be extremely careful. Watch every word. Hide my true self. Share nothing anymore.