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i think im going crazy i posted smth on my tumblr about how living at my house with my family is some form of psychological horror but it's true IT'S TRUE!!! i'm like. being tortured left and right by being forced to act like the household messenger/peacemaker/therapist i feel like a little lab rat and i can't even escape this is true madness btw like??? my parents have manipulation tactics that are out of this world i think god should be extra nice to me or else we will be meeting very soon
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Date: 2022-02-10 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2022-02-11 11:13 am (UTC)Indian culture is the same. One way to move out though is to get a job in a city where your parents don't live; I don't know if that's a possibility for you. My job is work-from-home but if it ever changes to in-office, I might move again.
I'm still living in the same building as my parents and the rest of the family (they live two floors above me and my maternal grandparents) so it's putting distance without truly moving out I suppose.
When I lived with my family, I had work calls, my father had work calls, and the brother had college classes online (and flashy gaming) and there literally wasn't space for us all. It was providence that my maternal grandparents moved into the building and had a room to spare just when I thought I wouldn't be able to stick it for any longer. My parents were also willing to let me go live with them because nobody could figure out how to do their work in the same house as everyone else.