Parents made me go along to family bullshit in the city- 5 people in a tiny-ass car with kids who don't give a fuck about my space; touching me and making me tense-up- worsening my chronic pain.
We went to "just get burgers" from some popup thing at a bakery, waited 40 minutes to get food as the kids are loudly bantering, just for parents to fucking decide to stay after we finished to sit around for no fucking reason.
Then they decide to go a park, something not planned nor told to me- which is fine in it's the least bad place I've been at. It's where I am now- except they're fucking rushing me to keep up with their pace despite that I'm disabled...
They're planning-in ice cream at a specific place 20 minutes in that fucking tiny car, then another 40 minutes home.
I don't want fucking ice cream, I want to go home.
Then, they have the nerve to ask why I'm not enthusiastic, why I don't smile in photos, why I'm mad. THEY FUCKING MADE ME COME HERE goddammit, you made me do this, every fucking time they drag me along for "family unity" to look "correct" in photos of a family I don't want anything to do with, then fucking complain that I hate it and don't look happy for their facade of unity.














