Need to vent about an incredibly frustrating interaction with my sister's boyfriend.
I was on a discord call with a buddy of mine and went to the kitchen to grab something I left on the counter. My sister and her boyfriend were out there drunk ash. I already had a bad feeling about it, but it started out as normal small talk.
Eventually, the conversation shifted to drugs. The boyfriend started bragging about how he used to be a massive partier, doing Xanax, Molly, coke, acid, and K2 on a daily basis, not just weekends. Because he brought up K2, it reminded me of my time working in the prison system, so I mentioned how inmates used to make it in there.
That led to him asking why I left that job. I gave him a really generic answer and said I just messed myself up a bit, making it pretty obvious that I wanted to drop the subject and move on. He was too lit to get the hint. He then asked why I don't just go work at the local jail down the road.
He knows I’ve been unemployed for a couple of months now. What makes it worse is that I’ve actually been really open with my sister this past month. While I haven't fully explained every detail of my mental health issues, she knows I've been in a really deep, dark place. I even stopped going to therapy and stopped taking my medication, but lately, I've been feeling more hopeful, on the come up, and proactively applying for jobs every single day. I told her that going to see my therapist next week. She does currently pay the rent that I was contributing to. So I understand the urgency but I’m honestly trying to do better.
Anyways to get him off my back about the jail job, I had to explain exactly why I couldn't work there. I told him straight up that I wouldn't pass the mental evaluation, and I shared just one traumatic thing I witnessed in there regarding an inmate who was eviscerated. Unfortunately this a fraction of what I’ve experienced, and turns out that is not the best environment for someone who already has had mental health issues prior to starting.
Instead of dropping it, he took that as an invitation to completely trauma dump on me about his own life for over 30 minutes. At this point, I had been stuck in the kitchen for 45 minutes while my buddy was still waiting on the discord. The boyfriend turned his whole story into a lecture about how I just need to forget about what I gone through and move on because the stuff isn't real and it all just noise. Like no shit except my fucking volume knob is broken.
I almost lost my mind, but instead of calling him out, I just stood there, took it, and even ended up fist bumping him just to get out of the conversation. To top it all off, he then tried to get me a job at a junkyard working 50 hours a week for $300. He went on this whole rant about how, if I took the job, I need to be prepared for the boss to be an absolute dick bag scumbag who would be extremely rude to me, and lectured me about how I’d just have to deal with it and stick up for myself. Given the state that I’m currently in right now, that is obviously just not a good fit for me at all. My sister just sat there the entire time watching this happen and didn't say a single word to back me up, despite knowing everything I've been dealing with lately.
This is exactly why I isolate myself. I can't stand dealing with people like this, and I really wish people would stop pretending like mental health is a joke.