My mom keeps talking about how I'm not working, I'm not "contributing to the *~family~*" (because cooking, cleaning, and running errands are only contributions when it's my mom doing them), and how my parents don't have to do jack shit for me after I turn eighteen in six weeks. At the same time, she refuses to let me out of the house for anything besides "go get your younger siblings" or "go to the grocery store and get xyz", and has locked all the computers in the house so that I can't look for a job online. (Why am I able to post here? FQA isn't blocked on mobile, while almost all non-scam job search sites are or might as well be because they're completely unusable. Also, I have no way to post my résumé from mobile, so it's a moot point.) She's desperate for me to do something besides sit on my ass and watch Firefly, yet she's sabotaging me at every turn. All this is while very deliberately using the wrong name and pronouns. That thumping sound is my forehead hitting the nearest wall over and over again.