irl made me cry.
It started off as a regular evening, with dad remarking about how the house was somehow 21C (naturally), despite outside being colder.
Stupid me admitted to running folding@home to him (it's a program that does science work, indirectly producing heat in the process) and he told me "it's not giving you any benefit, you've been running it for ages", etc. I tried to mention how it's helping with protein folding, and more, but dad and a sibling weren't willing to listen, talking about how it's "not safe" (despite ChatGPT saying it is)
Even after talking to ChatGPT, they still were unwilling to even discuss it further. They said that ChatGPT can say anything I tell it, and I proved their claim false (ChatGPT responded that the earth is round, despite input claiming it was flat), they still stood firm.
but worse, eventually came to the conclusion (after suggesting I give them money, etc... I told them that I understand it costs to run the Folding PC and I won't... they wanted me to admit to the lie that folding was bad... I didn't and they got madder ) that all my devices should be taken away, I briefly pretended to pack them up before dad (after getting louder, coz I'm blocking my own room door) goes out of the house to the fusebox, and removes power to my room.
When he returned, and I mentioned I'm using hotspot, he threatens to get that cancelled. After Tor fails to connect (probably a glitch, but the risk of it being cancelled made it almost futile to try, I shut down the laptop for a bit), I say I'm willing to negotiate, and after listening to their ramble, agree that Folding costs and I won't run it anymore.
Then I start crying (coz the website, which I worked hard at for years was at risk of being taken down for ages), and somehow get permission to run the site, I say it's just for myself... and Tor fails to reinstall! After more attempts, it works, and the site eventually comes online.
I send an apology for downtime to the chat and close the tab as soon as dad enters the room, he tells me to sleep, and I prepare to sleep, still crying (for a few minutes).
I eventually begin praying, and after some time stop crying (the prayer comforting me). I pray to not go thru emotional turmoil, and eventually, the hall light turns off and I relax.
I then (after hearing a room latch) start the thermometer logger, take the S8 to the restroom, and write this.