… Apparently, everything I do is a burden, and any attempt I make to help others or do anything is forgotten the moment I dare to misunderstand a social cue and repeat someone criticizing someone else (albeit with a proviso), thus making it sound like GASP they were criticizing that person.
And despite the fact that my very existence is now clearly an unwanted burden, it’s unfair and insulting for me to suggest they’d prefer if I was dead.
I can’t live with this anymore. I can’t live with being treated like I’m worthless and never do anything any time I make a misstep, and with my anger or depression always treated as invalid while any nasty thing others say about me is valid and just because I screwed up because of my depression, or my neurological disorder, or just because I don’t know any alternative is just and right and good. I live in an abusive household, and I need to either leave or die… but I’m not strong or competent or capable enough to do either.
No-one thinks I’m capable of anything… and I’m probably not. I’m just a useless failure and burden that should be institutionalized for the sake of everyone.