Stupid me for mentioning that I want to leave.

[Guest guest]

My parents found out that I am looking at apartments.

The backlash so far:

-My father stole the parts (including the instruction manual) for the $100

electronic door lock I bought on eBay.

-My father took the parts for my new camera. (I'm not sure if I mentioned this,

but he destroyed my old digital camera -- I bought a kit to solder the parts --

and then he stole the memory card.)

-My father took my printer. I can't afford a new one.

-My father rifled through my suitcase full of private documents. ( " You

shouldn't have left this junk in the hall. " ) Health records. Everything.

-One of my parents canceled the sleep clinic appointment I have been waiting for

since January. The sleep clinic told me this on the day I arrived. " Didn't you

cancel this appointment on Sunday? " " Uh, NO. " (Luckily, the head of the clinic

decided to see me at the last minute.)

-My mother somehow managed to cancel my specialist appointment on campus (a 2

month wait). I need to see that specialist because disability requires an

updated health assessment.

-I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

-My father took my revenue information and filed my income tax for me.

-My father stole my licence plates. The plates expire in a few weeks, so I

suppose it's a moot point. In the meantime, he has been driving my car with his

own licence plates.

I cannot prove any of this.

Am I irrational for being upset that he FILED MY INCOME TAX FOR ME? " Then fine!

You WOULD have gotten $300 back. I'll just rip up your file. "

I could cry. Tonight I've been wandering around outside trying to find

somewhere to hide my personal documents. Not everything fits into a backpack,

so I threw the rest into a suitcase.

I have nowhere to hide it.

Please trust me that I have reason to be afraid of that man, paranoid as that

sounds.

I don't know where to go.

I almost found a new apartment with a new roommate. I almost found a new

relationship. I can't explain why everything is going wrong. I'm upset. How

CAN I explain this?

Here. On March 21st, my father almost burned down the house with an electrical

demagnetizer.

When the fire service arrived to search for the source of the smoke, they found

a handgun. " Did your father tell you about the handgun? " Oh, by the way: the

house is a fire hazard. The blackened demagnetizer was found in the laundry

room with shelves full of solvents a few feet away. Apparently this ALMOST

escalated into a flash fire.

They found it in time.

I can prove this much. It's on record with the fire service. I have pictures

of his charred demagnetizer on my phone. There is a label: " CAUTION: USE

MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES AND COOL FOR 3 MINUTES OR MORE. DO NOT LEAVE SWITCH ON

CONTINUOUSLY "

My would-be new roommate and the person I'm seeing both know that something is

very wrong, but all they see is this emotional wreck who suddenly has no

transportation and who suddenly can't meet them as promised. I feel trapped. I

feel like a horrible person.

I can't go to a crisis center. My parents will find out.

It's past midnight. That man is in the other room slamming drawers and

swearing.

In the middle of the night I hear him muttering " BITCH. STUPID F***ING BITCH " .

My only goal in life is to get away. I can't even accomplish that.

Sorry, context: I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm panicking. I can't think

rationally. Should I call the police? They offered to keep the peace while I

load my stuff onto a moving truck. But I have only an hour to get everything

out of here. It's impossible.

[Guest guest]

Why can't you go to a crisis center? What can they take from you that they

haven't already? You need to get out of there. What are they going to do to you

if you go to a crisis center?

I know you are feeling lost and helpless, but remember, the only person you can

control is you. They are going to continue to violate and attempt to manipulate

and control you. They might even kill you. I urge you to go to the crisis

center. I don't mean to be harsh, but it doesn't sound like you have much to

lose, but what you will gain is your life and sanity back.

I hope you get out of there.

>

> My parents found out that I am looking at apartments.

>

> The backlash so far:

>

> -My father stole the parts (including the instruction manual) for the $100

electronic door lock I bought on eBay.

>

> -My father took the parts for my new camera. (I'm not sure if I mentioned

this, but he destroyed my old digital camera -- I bought a kit to solder the

parts -- and then he stole the memory card.)

>

> -My father took my printer. I can't afford a new one.

>

> -My father rifled through my suitcase full of private documents. ( " You

shouldn't have left this junk in the hall. " ) Health records. Everything.

>

> -One of my parents canceled the sleep clinic appointment I have been waiting

for since January. The sleep clinic told me this on the day I arrived. " Didn't

you cancel this appointment on Sunday? " " Uh, NO. " (Luckily, the head of the

clinic decided to see me at the last minute.)

>

> -My mother somehow managed to cancel my specialist appointment on campus (a 2

month wait). I need to see that specialist because disability requires an

updated health assessment.

>

> -I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

>

> -My father took my revenue information and filed my income tax for me.

>

> -My father stole my licence plates. The plates expire in a few weeks, so I

suppose it's a moot point. In the meantime, he has been driving my car with his

own licence plates.

>

> I cannot prove any of this.

>

> Am I irrational for being upset that he FILED MY INCOME TAX FOR ME? " Then

fine! You WOULD have gotten $300 back. I'll just rip up your file. "

>

> I could cry. Tonight I've been wandering around outside trying to find

somewhere to hide my personal documents. Not everything fits into a backpack,

so I threw the rest into a suitcase.

>

> I have nowhere to hide it.

>

> Please trust me that I have reason to be afraid of that man, paranoid as that

sounds.

>

> I don't know where to go.

>

> I almost found a new apartment with a new roommate. I almost found a new

relationship. I can't explain why everything is going wrong. I'm upset. How

CAN I explain this?

>

> Here. On March 21st, my father almost burned down the house with an

electrical demagnetizer.

>

> When the fire service arrived to search for the source of the smoke, they

found a handgun. " Did your father tell you about the handgun? " Oh, by the way:

the house is a fire hazard. The blackened demagnetizer was found in the laundry

room with shelves full of solvents a few feet away. Apparently this ALMOST

escalated into a flash fire.

>

> They found it in time.

>

> I can prove this much. It's on record with the fire service. I have pictures

of his charred demagnetizer on my phone. There is a label: " CAUTION: USE

MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES AND COOL FOR 3 MINUTES OR MORE. DO NOT LEAVE SWITCH ON

CONTINUOUSLY "

>

> My would-be new roommate and the person I'm seeing both know that something is

very wrong, but all they see is this emotional wreck who suddenly has no

transportation and who suddenly can't meet them as promised. I feel trapped. I

feel like a horrible person.

>

> I can't go to a crisis center. My parents will find out.

>

> It's past midnight. That man is in the other room slamming drawers and

swearing.

>

> In the middle of the night I hear him muttering " BITCH. STUPID F***ING

BITCH " .

>

> My only goal in life is to get away. I can't even accomplish that.

>

> Sorry, context: I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm panicking. I can't think

rationally. Should I call the police? They offered to keep the peace while I

load my stuff onto a moving truck. But I have only an hour to get everything

out of here. It's impossible.

>

[Guest guest]

Do you have the title for your car? It should have a VIN# unique to the car.

You could report it stolen, because that's what it sounds like has happened.

Is there any way for a general practitioner to quickly update your medical files

and send them over to the clinic for disabilities?

I am furious at your parents for this. Especially the cancelling of doctors'

appointments. I can't tell you why my mom did this, but she did. AND SHE'S A

FREAKING HEALTH PROFESSIONAL! I mean, you set up the appointment yourself, and

they decide to go behind your back and decide what is best for you, and all

without even TELLING you?! Makes me so angry!

>

> My parents found out that I am looking at apartments.

>

> The backlash so far:

>

> -My father stole the parts (including the instruction manual) for the $100

electronic door lock I bought on eBay.

>

> -My father took the parts for my new camera. (I'm not sure if I mentioned

this, but he destroyed my old digital camera -- I bought a kit to solder the

parts -- and then he stole the memory card.)

>

> -My father took my printer. I can't afford a new one.

>

> -My father rifled through my suitcase full of private documents. ( " You

shouldn't have left this junk in the hall. " ) Health records. Everything.

>

> -One of my parents canceled the sleep clinic appointment I have been waiting

for since January. The sleep clinic told me this on the day I arrived. " Didn't

you cancel this appointment on Sunday? " " Uh, NO. " (Luckily, the head of the

clinic decided to see me at the last minute.)

>

> -My mother somehow managed to cancel my specialist appointment on campus (a 2

month wait). I need to see that specialist because disability requires an

updated health assessment.

>

> -I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

>

> -My father took my revenue information and filed my income tax for me.

>

> -My father stole my licence plates. The plates expire in a few weeks, so I

suppose it's a moot point. In the meantime, he has been driving my car with his

own licence plates.

>

> I cannot prove any of this.

>

> Am I irrational for being upset that he FILED MY INCOME TAX FOR ME? " Then

fine! You WOULD have gotten $300 back. I'll just rip up your file. "

>

> I could cry. Tonight I've been wandering around outside trying to find

somewhere to hide my personal documents. Not everything fits into a backpack,

so I threw the rest into a suitcase.

>

> I have nowhere to hide it.

>

> Please trust me that I have reason to be afraid of that man, paranoid as that

sounds.

>

> I don't know where to go.

>

> I almost found a new apartment with a new roommate. I almost found a new

relationship. I can't explain why everything is going wrong. I'm upset. How

CAN I explain this?

>

> Here. On March 21st, my father almost burned down the house with an

electrical demagnetizer.

>

> When the fire service arrived to search for the source of the smoke, they

found a handgun. " Did your father tell you about the handgun? " Oh, by the way:

the house is a fire hazard. The blackened demagnetizer was found in the laundry

room with shelves full of solvents a few feet away. Apparently this ALMOST

escalated into a flash fire.

>

> They found it in time.

>

> I can prove this much. It's on record with the fire service. I have pictures

of his charred demagnetizer on my phone. There is a label: " CAUTION: USE

MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES AND COOL FOR 3 MINUTES OR MORE. DO NOT LEAVE SWITCH ON

CONTINUOUSLY "

>

> My would-be new roommate and the person I'm seeing both know that something is

very wrong, but all they see is this emotional wreck who suddenly has no

transportation and who suddenly can't meet them as promised. I feel trapped. I

feel like a horrible person.

>

> I can't go to a crisis center. My parents will find out.

>

> It's past midnight. That man is in the other room slamming drawers and

swearing.

>

> In the middle of the night I hear him muttering " BITCH. STUPID F***ING

BITCH " .

>

> My only goal in life is to get away. I can't even accomplish that.

>

> Sorry, context: I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm panicking. I can't think

rationally. Should I call the police? They offered to keep the peace while I

load my stuff onto a moving truck. But I have only an hour to get everything

out of here. It's impossible.

>

[Guest guest]

If you don't have a record of the title for your car, you should be able to get

a copy at your county courthouse (at least, that's how it works where I am...)

At the very least, aren't the license plates your father is using registered to

a different vehicle? I think this is ridiculous and you should consult a crisis

HOTLINE at least to help you plan your escape.

GOOD LUCK!

> >

> > My parents found out that I am looking at apartments.

> >

> > The backlash so far:

> >

> > -My father stole the parts (including the instruction manual) for the $100

electronic door lock I bought on eBay.

> >

> > -My father took the parts for my new camera. (I'm not sure if I mentioned

this, but he destroyed my old digital camera -- I bought a kit to solder the

parts -- and then he stole the memory card.)

> >

> > -My father took my printer. I can't afford a new one.

> >

> > -My father rifled through my suitcase full of private documents. ( " You

shouldn't have left this junk in the hall. " ) Health records. Everything.

> >

> > -One of my parents canceled the sleep clinic appointment I have been waiting

for since January. The sleep clinic told me this on the day I arrived. " Didn't

you cancel this appointment on Sunday? " " Uh, NO. " (Luckily, the head of the

clinic decided to see me at the last minute.)

> >

> > -My mother somehow managed to cancel my specialist appointment on campus (a

2 month wait). I need to see that specialist because disability requires an

updated health assessment.

> >

> > -I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

> >

> > -My father took my revenue information and filed my income tax for me.

> >

> > -My father stole my licence plates. The plates expire in a few weeks, so I

suppose it's a moot point. In the meantime, he has been driving my car with his

own licence plates.

> >

> > I cannot prove any of this.

> >

> > Am I irrational for being upset that he FILED MY INCOME TAX FOR ME? " Then

fine! You WOULD have gotten $300 back. I'll just rip up your file. "

> >

> > I could cry. Tonight I've been wandering around outside trying to find

somewhere to hide my personal documents. Not everything fits into a backpack,

so I threw the rest into a suitcase.

> >

> > I have nowhere to hide it.

> >

> > Please trust me that I have reason to be afraid of that man, paranoid as

that sounds.

> >

> > I don't know where to go.

> >

> > I almost found a new apartment with a new roommate. I almost found a new

relationship. I can't explain why everything is going wrong. I'm upset. How

CAN I explain this?

> >

> > Here. On March 21st, my father almost burned down the house with an

electrical demagnetizer.

> >

> > When the fire service arrived to search for the source of the smoke, they

found a handgun. " Did your father tell you about the handgun? " Oh, by the way:

the house is a fire hazard. The blackened demagnetizer was found in the laundry

room with shelves full of solvents a few feet away. Apparently this ALMOST

escalated into a flash fire.

> >

> > They found it in time.

> >

> > I can prove this much. It's on record with the fire service. I have

pictures of his charred demagnetizer on my phone. There is a label: " CAUTION:

USE MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES AND COOL FOR 3 MINUTES OR MORE. DO NOT LEAVE SWITCH ON

CONTINUOUSLY "

> >

> > My would-be new roommate and the person I'm seeing both know that something

is very wrong, but all they see is this emotional wreck who suddenly has no

transportation and who suddenly can't meet them as promised. I feel trapped. I

feel like a horrible person.

> >

> > I can't go to a crisis center. My parents will find out.

> >

> > It's past midnight. That man is in the other room slamming drawers and

swearing.

> >

> > In the middle of the night I hear him muttering " BITCH. STUPID F***ING

BITCH " .

> >

> > My only goal in life is to get away. I can't even accomplish that.

> >

> > Sorry, context: I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm panicking. I can't

think rationally. Should I call the police? They offered to keep the peace

while I load my stuff onto a moving truck. But I have only an hour to get

everything out of here. It's impossible.

> >

>

[Guest guest]

I agree with . They are trying to break you down.

And a lot of this stuff sounds illegal, what they did. As you said, you may not

be able to prove it, but going forward, maybe you could get one of those safety

deposit boxes at a bank.

You're not a horrible person, you're being tormented and abused.

Get someone who is a rock to you -- as well as the police -- to help you move

asap.

Please keep safe.

> >

> > My parents found out that I am looking at apartments.

> >

> > The backlash so far:

> >

> > -My father stole the parts (including the instruction manual) for the $100

electronic door lock I bought on eBay.

> >

> > -My father took the parts for my new camera. (I'm not sure if I mentioned

this, but he destroyed my old digital camera -- I bought a kit to solder the

parts -- and then he stole the memory card.)

> >

> > -My father took my printer. I can't afford a new one.

> >

> > -My father rifled through my suitcase full of private documents. ( " You

shouldn't have left this junk in the hall. " ) Health records. Everything.

> >

> > -One of my parents canceled the sleep clinic appointment I have been waiting

for since January. The sleep clinic told me this on the day I arrived. " Didn't

you cancel this appointment on Sunday? " " Uh, NO. " (Luckily, the head of the

clinic decided to see me at the last minute.)

> >

> > -My mother somehow managed to cancel my specialist appointment on campus (a

2 month wait). I need to see that specialist because disability requires an

updated health assessment.

> >

> > -I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

> >

> > -My father took my revenue information and filed my income tax for me.

> >

> > -My father stole my licence plates. The plates expire in a few weeks, so I

suppose it's a moot point. In the meantime, he has been driving my car with his

own licence plates.

> >

> > I cannot prove any of this.

> >

> > Am I irrational for being upset that he FILED MY INCOME TAX FOR ME? " Then

fine! You WOULD have gotten $300 back. I'll just rip up your file. "

> >

> > I could cry. Tonight I've been wandering around outside trying to find

somewhere to hide my personal documents. Not everything fits into a backpack,

so I threw the rest into a suitcase.

> >

> > I have nowhere to hide it.

> >

> > Please trust me that I have reason to be afraid of that man, paranoid as

that sounds.

> >

> > I don't know where to go.

> >

> > I almost found a new apartment with a new roommate. I almost found a new

relationship. I can't explain why everything is going wrong. I'm upset. How

CAN I explain this?

> >

> > Here. On March 21st, my father almost burned down the house with an

electrical demagnetizer.

> >

> > When the fire service arrived to search for the source of the smoke, they

found a handgun. " Did your father tell you about the handgun? " Oh, by the way:

the house is a fire hazard. The blackened demagnetizer was found in the laundry

room with shelves full of solvents a few feet away. Apparently this ALMOST

escalated into a flash fire.

> >

> > They found it in time.

> >

> > I can prove this much. It's on record with the fire service. I have

pictures of his charred demagnetizer on my phone. There is a label: " CAUTION:

USE MAXIMUM OF 3 MINUTES AND COOL FOR 3 MINUTES OR MORE. DO NOT LEAVE SWITCH ON

CONTINUOUSLY "

> >

> > My would-be new roommate and the person I'm seeing both know that something

is very wrong, but all they see is this emotional wreck who suddenly has no

transportation and who suddenly can't meet them as promised. I feel trapped. I

feel like a horrible person.

> >

> > I can't go to a crisis center. My parents will find out.

> >

> > It's past midnight. That man is in the other room slamming drawers and

swearing.

> >

> > In the middle of the night I hear him muttering " BITCH. STUPID F***ING

BITCH " .

> >

> > My only goal in life is to get away. I can't even accomplish that.

> >

> > Sorry, context: I don't feel sorry for myself. I'm panicking. I can't

think rationally. Should I call the police? They offered to keep the peace

while I load my stuff onto a moving truck. But I have only an hour to get

everything out of here. It's impossible.

> >

>

[Guest guest]

>

> -I have another specialist appointment on Friday. My mother: " That's crazy.

That's too far. You're insane. You are NOT going to that appointment, not on a

Friday. "

As usual, my attention focuses on the one hilarious thing nestled in the middle

of such an overwhelming list of personal violation.

LMAO-- " How dare you make an appointment on a FRIDAY, anyway? YOU must be the

crazy one. " These people are completely nuts!

I'm sorry you're having to deal with so much. It's clear that you're doing the

right thing for yourself to make a plan to leave.

A domestic violence shelter will be equipped to help you make a clean escape

from your parents' home. They will be able to hide you and help you find

resources to get on your own two feet. There should be no way your parents

would find out you went there or where they put you up. They know it is

important to keep everything anonymous and confidential. It can be helpful even

just to call and establish a relationship with the shelter. I assume you

already know where your local center is; if not, here is the website for the

National Domestic Violence Hotline: http://www.thehotline.org . They should be

able to put you in touch with someone who can help you locally. It doesn't

matter if you have never been physically assaulted.

In the meantime, do you have a friend who could help you hide your important

things and any extra cash you might have? Getting a safety deposit box at a

bank was also a good suggestion.

You can report what your father did to the IRS. He broke the law by filing for

you without your authorization.

You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Sveta