The Rich and The PoorI had to care for my crazy family, in a place so unhygenic that i caught Tuberculosis by the age of 5.
This is a snobby middle class society of animal farmers and hunters etc.
I was compulsarily raised a militant vegetarian, even though it's a crap idea. I was told simply that I was vegetarian because "everyone else is stupid, and who wants to be like them" ... then tormented by my insane brother if caught eating anything with a non-vegetarian E-number or something in it.
We were fed all the Dairy Board propaganda at school like education, and my mum made a big deal out of the vegetarian meals being half price.... you know, since you only effectively get half a meal (a normal sized meal but without the meat, which usually people got lots of) ... so it seemed like we also "needed" whatever mystical stuff was in dairy products, and couldn;t afford to eat meat anyway.
My brother and I were sent to a non-uniform school in scruffy, nasty, ancient, often holes-in clothing which was vastly degrading. ... especially for me, since I had to wear a lot of the ugly shit he went about in 4 years before me.... and HE was bullied for wearing it THEN, so what selfish idiot mother would try to save a few quid down the charity shop by instead of buying "new clothes" from there, instead just making ME wear his ugly-arse hand-me-downs LATER ON ? Seriously !
I was abused heavily for 5 years in primary school by 2 mean bitches who barely pass as teachers IMHO, seemingly for being poor and vegetarian. Neither of which were my fault.
I was often violently beaten inside the school shelters by gangs of thugs, but even then wouldn't be let inside over break-time.
My mum and dad were mean arses, and were far too selfish to ever move because they deliberately chose to live in as isolated a place as possible, without having to move to one of the tiny outer islands.
I'd return home and have to "look after" my idiot brother for hours before my abusive dad got home, (and vice-versa, although often he woudl just beat me up and insult me, while claiming to be doing me a huge favour by "Teaching me self-defence".) Then, it could be hours before my mum got home.... who would often just shovel down a meal then go out, or to bed, or make us shut up while she watched a depressing programme (something about someone becoming crippled, or dying of Cancer, or having MS, usually....) , or set up an impenetrable fortress of books around the living room desk and make us go away or shut up, while she "studied".
Occasionally I was abandoned in town with my brother, who made me do all manner of things.... I remember him forcing me to beg in the street with him at around age 7, insisting that busking is a good thing and he was doing me a favour.
We were there for ages, I was exhausted , and anyway I was not in a good state because the last thing you need if you have Tuberculosis is to live in squalor with crazy people who beat you up & neglect you all the time.... I never was given antibiotics for TB or a decent test to see if it had ever gone, never got bed rest, wasn;t kept off school after Tuberculosis lymphadenitis surrgery, I was just treated like shit, and BOTH parents acted like I'm meant to be babying them.... like I'd given birth to the rest of the family, rather than in fact me being a very ill, very confused, very upset, very maltreated little girl, and the youngest in the family.
I think it's disgusting that child carers are so often treated as HEROES by society.... if we're such heroes, then why are we treated like shit by the vast majority of everyone else, huh ?
It's because we're fucking SLAVES....
My mother was too selfish and lazy to do anything other than cultivate whatever sort of life my brother and dad wanted, despite frothing out feminazi views at me constantly, much to my upset and dismay ! All through my teenage years, she spouted her crazy bigoted notions.... like that I apparently only don't hate men because I'm young and stupid, but when I grow up I'll see what men are REALLY like.... or "What ? Someone did somethng bad ? Are they a MAN ? Well, of COURSE they did something bad, if they're a MAN....." , my dad was equally as horrible, constantly slagging us both off for being "stupid females" and talking down to us - especially me. Seriously, people SAY this shit !
Of course, both my dad and brother are hugely racist..... the kind of people who just parp their retarded opinions over the top of whatever you try to say to the contrary ; like they're Superbrains educating me about proven fact, rather than merely spewing forth dubiously made-up opinions of their own devising.
My mother just ignored whatever i said, and told herself she was doing everything right.... basically, she had behaved completely schizophrenic for my entire life up until the start of this year.... and has been encouraging me to do the same, regarding myself as unimportant, trained to ignore how i feel and be doormattish more than I should, inept and never to be independent.
I constantly asked to see, and be involved with, the family finances. But even after I was an adult (I lived with them up until 17 when I left to stay with an abusive partner in town for a couple of years or so, because he was more survivable to live with than my family were, even though he too behaved like a giant toddler, and was also emotionally, intellectually, socially, monetarily, sexually and physically abusive. I needed a break from my parents, and at least I got one.)
My mother talked down to me all the time about finances, though... saying that my tiny little child mind would never be able to grasp the enormity of the figures of money involved. I'm not making this shit up. This how my family see me.
So, it looks as though she just let my dad buy whatever he likes and wanted to hide it, I guess.
I guess that you would want to hide something like that right enough, when the whole family constantly has told their Tuberculosis-ridden daughter that the family is too poor to afford anything nice at all, or even decent heating.... heaters which don't explode in showers of sparks, books, a bed, clothes which aren't obviously intended to make her look like a bag-lady.... Little luxuries like that, you know.
My mum is hugely improved.
She is now supportive.
I could slap little idiots like that one on the show..... I mean she's still so young, but they don't seem to improve much over age.
Last July, the place my mum was "caring for me" in became too disgustingly overrun with mice, so badly in a state of decay for so extremely long, and i had been so overworked by having to clear out a huge number of binbags full of filthy mouldy crap of hers (left over by the previous tenants, so she claimed no responsibility for it and just left it all there for months) , mouldy broken bed, sofa, etc.... huge .... such a lot of stuff... exhausting.... so I became pretty bloody ill.
My folks were meant to be at mouse central, while i rested at theirs for a bit to get a bit better. Their place is absolutely disgusting.... as bad as it was when i was younger.
Seriously, WHO has drink-mats that you can;t even use because they are so horribly filthy that they will make a dark ring on the bottom of your cup, which will mark whatever you put it onto afterwards ? ALL of the drink-mats.... ALL of them ! WHO !?
And my brother just harasses me, supporting my dad.... saying i should be pals with this dad character, and acting about as disgustingly filthy as my dad does.
Well, my dad decided after just ONE DAY at the mouse house, that it wasn't fit to live in, and was so horribly isolated that he would go crazy within the week.
He then lied to both my brother and me, saying he would come back to his place to "help and look after" me.
I complained, my brother harassed and disrespected me while mindlessly believing that my dad is fantastic.....
My dad barged in, my brother then turned up from south with some guy i had never met.
They made me tidy up my mum's hoarder mess in the living room all on my own. Even though I was being sick all the time and wasn't reliably well enough even to clean up that after me.
... because I was meant to be sleeping in there, and someone HAD to fucking do it. They just HAD to. You NEED to be able to be in a room without the sheer weight of the piles of junk EVERYwhere making you miserable. Even my brother and dad said they found her towering heaps of crap depressing, and both of THEM hoard JUNK..... like, genuinely trash.... not just piles of (for example) worthless old magazines , random locks, ten packs of window sealant, 5000 dayglow socks etc, like my mum does.
... but my dad and brother wanted to "look cool" for this guy i had never meant, and wanted life to be as convenient for them as possible.
So, while telling ME that they were doing me a favour (the cheek !) they kicked me out of my nicely tidied room.... to force me to go in my dad's utterly vile Psychopath-Lair... which was full of just as much stuff as the living room, but this time nasty..... so old and filthy, really bad.... so smelly, full of small things making cocoons and webs.... so rotten and vile..... everything so stagnant and stale in there, with his ugly old shabby scruffy dirty smelly clothes, that I genuinely think even most homeless people would not want to go about in.
So they kicked ME out into this pit of filth, to throw one of their stupid drug parties and play loud music. The nerve !
The brother and friend were only up for 2 days, to do a musical tour gig before heading back down again for further touring.
I made it very clear that my dad is insane, lacking any responsibility, sociopathic, dangerous, terrifyingly unhygenic (I was criticised for slagging off my dad, who apparently my brother considers to be the epitome of hygiene (O.o) ) ...
My brother told me to shut my face because I was just being negative, told me that my dad is lovely , moreover told me that I'm not even really ill, but am just making myself ill by inventing things to be upset about (!) >
He says this ALL the time, like he's some fucking medical professional and has proven me to have nothing wrong with me or something. What a prize douchebag (mutters various things to self under breath)
Then, while repeating himself again (and also criticising me for trying to look up Pneumonia on my own, since neither him or my dad were any use for anything much, telling me I'm only ill because I'm anxious, and researching that sort of thing just makes me more anxious so I shouldn't do it on my own, and similar dismissive crap utterings.)
My dad had double pleuritic pneumonia at the age of about 7, which could easily have been caused by Tuberculosis.... but nobody knows for sure, since nobody gives much of a toss except for me, and of course
I don;t get to see that guy's medical notes. Since it's apparently none of my business.
Well for fuck's sake !
I've been coughing up phlegm for like, about a year.... I've had a nasty cold for about a year and a half.... I have all manner of weird stuff going on with my throat and lungs, I was even signed off with M.E 5 years ago (albeit after being given no income at all for a year while I was too ill to do the full-time labour in an office, which would be needed to continue claiming JobSeeker's allowance at that time, due to me being under 26 especially.
I had to bitterly appeal against the decision, and have been signed off since then since I really am ridiculously ill.
My dad's in a similarly bad state of health, and has been for the entire 27 years I've known him. He cultivates poor health, and is deliberately a walking biohazard. He revels in it perversely.
He's like that gross Uncle Olaf character, from the "A series of unfortunate events" books (the books not the film, as the film guy was really quite hygenic) , he behaves as though coughing up ten pints of phlegm is a healthy endeavour to be encouraged.
He is about the LAST person I would want to shack up with.
Oh, did i mention that he is one of those pishcetarians, who eat dead bodies, but who talk pish about being vegetarian anyway, because they want to look good in public, and (in his own words, and with a self-satisfied groan) "then you'll get better food"
My mum thought it would be convenient for her I guess, to just leave him there since SHE didn;t want him living with HER, at mouse-central. On the afternoon my dad house-barged, she just came in unexpectedly while we were in the living room, declared that we were obviously best friends so she hoped we has a good time together, then pissed off.
He'd actually been a complete arsehole for the entire time I was there, was likesay shockingly disgusting and unhygenic, grotesquely sexist and racist, and even had new horrible habits, like detailing perversely the joys of eating a dead body while clearly enjoying himself and also expressing how much he knows I dislike him going on about it, but going on to express his delight in doing so and just going right on ahead.
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So now assorted 'animal agriculture' families are having to leave the isles to seek alternative work, since they aren't cutting it as farmers now Rule Change time has come.