My family is so nasty to me
This has been going on for years. Today, my mom told me to put stuff on the counter top in the fridge. Simple enough. So I put the stuff away, and I guess I got clumsy and nearly made her salad fall. She was about to start criticizing me for how I placed the stuff I needed to put away, but I told her to not start with me right now. She got... confrontational after I said that. She yelled to not test her, that she was my mother, and she threatened me not only to call my Dad who is in Florida about this, but also my therapist, who's my only real support right now. She comes close to wanting to hit me but never does.
I'm 26 and I have been dealing with this for a long time. I hate it. I cannot move. I have no income. I have no job. I stay in my room all day for the most part in self isolation. I hate where my life is at. I try to ask for help to my therapist as well as a support group that I am in, but a lot of the advice I get doesn’t apply to my current circumstances. They say, "How about you go out for a walk or something?" I can't. My folks won't even trust me to go on even a walk, much less the local McDonalds or the library by myself. I have to deal with their yelling, screaming, arguing, and shitty modern pop music for a long time, and I cannot take it anymore. I have no friends. Only a therapist at this point. I try to explain to her my struggles. She understands them, but after the week's session, there is more bullshit that happens to me. I HATE MY LIFE. I have had it. I want help, but the help I get most times doesn’t help. I need support, but I don't need to reiterate the situation I'm in. I'm in a burnout after having a meltdown over a plastic cinnamon container spilled into my coffee, and caused a massive spill on the floor, on the counter top, and on my clothes... 10 minutes before I had to leave before my speech appointment. I'm angry all time. I'm upset all the time over small things. I need help.