For context, I (20F) live with my parents and am waiting to leave for college in the fall. I have a long history of many different kinds of mental and physical afflictions (gene, bone, and brain malformations, psychiatric disorders, and the worst periods I have ever even heard of)
I woke up today bleeding heavier than normal. Blood down to my ankles and cramps so bad I couldn't leave the bathroom for a good while. This isn't entirely abnormal for me but obviously still sucks and is incredibly painful.
I go to try to get some things done for the day. Shower, laundry, straightened up my room a bit, manage our 3 pets, etc. While waiting for my laundry to get done with the washing machine is when the problems started.
I sat on the couch and played about a half hour of DBD since no one else was using the TV and I was just waiting for my timer to go off. Thats when my mom (55F) literally bursted out of her room. She does this things where she aggressively cleans until she tired herself out when she feels like no one is helping her. I'm unsure what upset her in the first place because she has been locked in her room all morning.
She starts slamming dishes in the kitchen behind me and telling me that I'm worthless and never do anything help her. Could I do more around the house? Probably, but today was just not that day.
I tired to explain that I would help her after my match was over but she turned on the vacuum and said she couldn't hear me. She starts ramming it into the couch over and over again, scaring the animals and making them run off, which also apparently pissed her off because she started yelling at them and me and how much she does for us only to hurt her. (My dog 20lb had stepped on her foot)
She finally puts the vacuum up and my dad(M57) comes in from outside. I talk to him for a second as I'm trying to get up to go help out. That's when she walks by and goes "She and her animals just need to go back with grandma."
For further context, about 2 years ago I lived with my grandma (78F) for about 6 months. I had just gotten out of a 5 month long paranoid delusion and extremely suicidal state and had to schedule appointments with a psychiatrist and therapist. A thing my parents fought me on for months saying that I didn't need it. Turns out they had no idea how bad things were in my head, and this isn't the first time this has happened.
I knew I'd be safer with my grandma if anything happened. I got medicated and overall in better health, helped around her house for a while, and eventually moved back in with my parents.
Back to the problem today, mom knows why I moved in with my grandma. She knows all the things that happened, and she knows that I didn't feel safe coming back until I knew I was no longer a threat to myself. And she enjoyed it. She enjoyed my being gone, she admitted that she doesn't want me around, that she wants me to go back with my grandma because she doesn't want to be around me. Shes openly admitted to not liking me in the past, but wanting to get rid of me was entirely news to us.
There was a big screaming match, saying if I was so miserable that they should have just had me committed and that way I wouldn't have to burden her or my grandma. I brought up that the whole reason I went with my grandma was because I knew I couldn't trust her to recognize my basic signs of distress. That she couldn't recognize when her daughter was hadn't been able to sleep for days, wouldn't come out of her room, did everything to avoid people, and would hardly speak and couldn't pay attention. Then she resorted to trying to get me committed NOW. She told my dad to take my door off it's hinges and to get me in the car to take me to the psych ward. He shut that down fast, saying she was being ridiculous, and that the problem shes trying to have me committed over, was 2 entire years ago, and trying to explain that I'm not suicidal currently.
Shes currently sulking in her room after yelling at him for about a half hour how he never listens to her and that he should just do what she says and life would be easier. I'm going to see if moving back in with my grandma will be possible until the fall because I genuinely don't think I can be around her anymore. If half of the household doesn't want me, then who am I to force myself around them. I just don't know what to do any more. What do you do when your own parent not only doesn't like you, but genuinely wished you were gone from their life over chores.