Living with Neurodivergence

For the next few years I just did what I wanted, going out every weekend, although sometimes I just wanted to sit in and do something by myself it wasn’t worth the hassle I got at home from my dad about why i wasn’t working and contributing etc, which he said more if when I was sitting about at home.I sometimes got a job cleaning or doing some shop work to get by and pay for nights out to forget it all but they didn’t last as I was distracted by other things going on and felt like I was being forced to work. One particular job I had was in a leather jacket shop as it was all I could find at the time. There was an older guy who was the boss and me and another younger girl. He was constantly comparing me to her and asking me to do things such as follow a guy downstairs into the storage room in case he stole anything. Also sending me on errands quite far away. There was also some mysoginistic comments made. I didn’t feel comfortable with this so I left but most of the jobs I had there were problems of some sort, and I kept having to relive them over and over at home because my dad wouldn’t accept other people were the problem and kept saying there was something wrong with me. In the end I moved out for a while, moving in with a friend and her boyfriend in a shared bedsit place, which was in a nice area but there was a lot of drinking and staying up late. We also didn’t have a washing machine at the time so I had to take clothes back home once a week which created some problems sometimes. By this point I was about 20 and I was studying higher and intermediate courses at college. I had met some new friends and one of them came over a lot and stayed. It was sometimes difficult studying with quite a lot going on and people expecting you to go out all the time but I got some work in and came out with 2 Bs at higher level 2 Bs at intermediate level and a C at Spanish. It was the first time in ages I had felt good about myself and realized it wasn’t all about school and the dynamics that went on there. There were problems in the flat though with people falling out and I couldn’t always afford the rent as I had to work quite hard to get those grades and I had to move back home for a while but at least I had some qualifications behind me now. I stayed at home for a while and dodged questions about work and what I was doing with my life. Sometimes it got more personal to do with weight gain and what I was eating. My dad was trying to run a hotel by that point and expected me to help him. Eventually I’d had enough and decided I had to move out again so I applied for a Bsc in psychology and found some accomodation in a nice part of town and left.