Hey I noticed your post that you can go eat food without being "shamed," I'm sorry if it's not already been apparent on your blog but I just started following you, why would someone shame you for eating??
My in-laws are awful. Like, they've never really said shit directly to me(I have seen them say terrible things to my husband, who is/was still a growing teenage boy), but like, the food they have available is generally insufficient(almost never have any produce, much less fresh), there's a lot of food that is unlabled but we're supposed to stay out of because it's 'for lunches'. I sometimes steal things like go-gurts and uncrustables and otter pops and get paranoid about hiding the trash. I think I have been confronted about eating cereal before.
Basically, because we don't have jobs we aren't considered real parts of the household so we just kind of hide in our room hoping for the best(they are actually threatening to kick us out soon which doesn't make job-getting any easier). My husband's a little bolder than me because he's used to this, but like my mom is literally a hoarder and always had a wide array of things to eat. Open access to food, especially for kids is something I think is super important, but his family is really different.
We're hoping to move up north and get a place with his sister and some friends, but the getting of the place+costs of getting up there are still up in the air.
Like, even during the lean times in my past I was never as worried about food as I am on a day to day basis here. I'm not very well put together mentally in the first place, but I feel like the in-laws disapprove of our existence. It's really really hard for me to even get out of bed day-to-day and I've been living here like three times what I was expecting. My husband tried to get into the military which took a very long time in finally deciding to reject him for a minor eye condition, and his family treated him like it was his fault for not getting in, like he didn't try hard enough or something.
They're just one of those types that think any non-success is caused by a failure of basic personality. So the two of us just deal with them yelling at us and calling us lazy because even our attempts are usually not good enough. Completing tasks asked of us isn't enough, we have to go above and beyond the call of duty, just to hope we aren't criticized. Praise doesn't exist.
I'm probably being melodramatic but... that's how this feels to me.