For 10 years of my life, I lived in the Philippines. My relatives would always pressure us to give them money, to care for them even though we aren't rich...
I was born in San Diego California. I had a lot of friends. I was happy. But it all went away back in 2013.
It all started when my father thought living in a poor country was the most effective way to save money. But no. That's not how it worked. He served in the military for like 50 years. Served in Vietnam. Served in the Prussian Gulf. He thought his pension would cover everything. But it didn't. He had leukemia and low blood. Everytime we had to pump blood into him. And as if that wasen't enough, more fucking family drama.
My relatives pressured my mom into letting them live in our house, give them money and sign a deed so they could have our fucking property.
And everyday I was bullied for having autism, bipolar and tourettes. I tried to fit in, maybe learn some Tagalog (Philippines language) but everytime, they tell me a word to say to a teacher and it was a bad word that got me punished. I didn't had many friends. And the ones that did, left me.
As if that wasen't bad enough, my father died in 2017. And worse of all, we couldn't get our death benefits nor any form of pension. It was like 6 years after he died and we got NOTHING from the VA.
During the pandemic, my mother went crazy and... put it out on me. Let's just say it got so bad that the authorities got involved... But nothing came of it. Instead, we moved away and it was I that had to tell, for my coward mom, to my relatives on Messenger we're done. We will not tell them where we live. We will not let them gaslight and pressure my family for their selfish needs. I was met with many threats of them beating me. Hurting me.