
NightmareTour
Specialist
- May 13, 2020
- 398
So, for once this morning I start to feel hungry. It doesn't happen often because of my meds.
I think about asking my stepdad to help me out, because I struggle with things like making food and carrying stuff around. He's around the house all day because he doesn't work and only really needs to take my mum to and from work. He's asleep though, and I don't want to wake him up because he'll just scream at me for asking him to do anything.
So I head downstairs to try to sort myself some food out and sit down there or something. I check the fridge for something easy to make, it's empty because my brother got excluded from school again and all he does in his free time is inhale everything edible within a mile radius, despite being completely aware that there's no money and it means nobody else gets to eat. I check the freezer, find something I can make.
Open the oven, and there's nothing clean to put it on. Check the cupboard, there's not even baking paper to cover up a dirty tray. There aren't any plates either, anyway. I can't carry things to or from the dishwasher, where everything probably is, so I give up and put it away. I can't afford to order anything because I give my family all of my money for bills and the food my brother stuffs down his throat.
I have some paper plates stashed in my room, so I go back up to get one so I can eat some buttered bread or something. My stepdad distracts me by complaining that I'm making too much noise before going back to sleep, and I forget the plate. I only realise what I was meant to be getting by the time I'm down the stairs. By the time I get back up, I feel too sick to even think about food, and spend 10 minutes trying not to throw up. Guess at least I'm not hungry anymore?
Moving back in with my family was a mistake. Should have signed up for professional care or something.
I think about asking my stepdad to help me out, because I struggle with things like making food and carrying stuff around. He's around the house all day because he doesn't work and only really needs to take my mum to and from work. He's asleep though, and I don't want to wake him up because he'll just scream at me for asking him to do anything.
So I head downstairs to try to sort myself some food out and sit down there or something. I check the fridge for something easy to make, it's empty because my brother got excluded from school again and all he does in his free time is inhale everything edible within a mile radius, despite being completely aware that there's no money and it means nobody else gets to eat. I check the freezer, find something I can make.
Open the oven, and there's nothing clean to put it on. Check the cupboard, there's not even baking paper to cover up a dirty tray. There aren't any plates either, anyway. I can't carry things to or from the dishwasher, where everything probably is, so I give up and put it away. I can't afford to order anything because I give my family all of my money for bills and the food my brother stuffs down his throat.
I have some paper plates stashed in my room, so I go back up to get one so I can eat some buttered bread or something. My stepdad distracts me by complaining that I'm making too much noise before going back to sleep, and I forget the plate. I only realise what I was meant to be getting by the time I'm down the stairs. By the time I get back up, I feel too sick to even think about food, and spend 10 minutes trying not to throw up. Guess at least I'm not hungry anymore?
Moving back in with my family was a mistake. Should have signed up for professional care or something.
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