The other night, I got my phone taken away for no reason because of my family for literally the 10th time in the past month and a half. Seriously, I was just using the bathroom, I got out, and my mom said, “Give me your phone. You’re not getting it for the rest of the week, except when you’re at school.” Like, what the hell, bro? What’s funny is that they didn’t even give me that phone. I had a phone, but I got it taken away when my mom, sister, and I got into an argument. But then I was told that I’m getting a new phone soon. A year went by. Still no phone.

One day, I accidentally missed the bus, so I walked to my Aunt’s house to ask to give me a ride (since I didn’t have a phone and I was locked out of the school). But it didn’t look like they were home, so I walked back to the school. When I was found, I got in trouble and was accused by my mom of running away. The next day, my aunt got me a new phone. My parents were PISSED. They were all like, “We were gonna get you a phone, and it wasn’t her job to get you one.”

My aunt told me and my parents that they can’t take my phone away. After a while, they got guardianship over me (kind of like adoption, they’re not my actual parents) but, every time they asked if I wanted to be adopted by them, I kept saying that I’m not sure. But they kept asking if I want them, telling me that they’re the only ones in the world who want me (which often triggers my anxiety and depression) and stuff like that. So I gave in and said that I wanted them to adopt me.

They started with guardianship, and one of the first things they said was, “Now you have to listen to us.” They ended up taking my phone anyway during Christmas Break at least 5 times. Yesterday, my friend told me that they physically can’t do that, because it literally belongs to my aunt. I told her that then they’ll just give my phone back to my aunt.

Half of the time when I get in trouble, I don’t even do anything wrong. Like, one time, my mom said I was pathetic just because I forgot to take out the trash.

Another time my mom told me to never talk to her again because one of my relatives got me a little kid book for Christmas, and she said that book is for 5 year-olds, and I wanted to tell her it’s the thought that counts, but I said nothing, and that’s why she said that.

The worst time that I can recall being at home with her would be the time when her cat ran into my room, and my mom got mad at me just because of that. As she was walking away, she said 3 things to me, word for word: “You’re pathetic, disgusting, and you’re a disgrace.” I bawled when she left.

The second worst was when I ate dinner (about 2/5 of a bowl) and I was still hungry so I went to get more food, and she called me a cow for it. My sister was like, “Seriously?” and my mom said, “Whatever, just let the cow eat.”

I quit trying to hide myself and told them I’m a “metalhead” (one who listens to heavy metal). My mom got mad at me and made fun of me, saying I was emo and stuff like that. She said that black people can’t be goth because they look terrible in black. My friend told me that dark skinned people are pretty no matter what they wear and that goth didn’t originate from the clothing, it was all about the music.

My parents found out I was bisexual by going through my phone and that I had a girlfriend at the time. Now my sister just keeps trying to get in my business.

To all who are still reading, I’m not looking for your pity. I’m not wanting all the attention. And I am not making this up.  I’m open to answering any questions. I just want some simple advice. About what I should say about my phone. Or maybe what I should do about anything in general. Thanks for listening. I really appreciate it.