Is it really my fault?

[Respitory]

when my parents finally knew that i had depression, they acted as they respected that and gave me my space to be, well, me. After about a month it had comepletely thinned out. They were right back at yelling at me for stuff i didn't directly do. Yesterday, my mom had called me very bad things and then slammed my phone on the table, kicked it, and the screen and just everything was in horribble condtion. Barely usable. This morning, they called it my fault and when (i think the battery broke) the screen went black and didn't turn on again, they called it my fault again for using a charger that wasn't the one in the box. None of them are on their original charger, probably their 4th or 5th non-apple made charger. I used an LG charger, checking if it had the wattage and when they did, my dad said that that wasn't the point, and that the point was that they were different companies and the chargers were had different softwares.

 

[Oyoy]

I doubt this is about chargers at all.

 

[Respitory]

I doubt this is about chargers at all.

yesh, well that was an example

 

[autumnal]

Two quick technology tips:

1. Chargers are basically universal these days. Plus even back when they weren't, they just had different physical plugs and never contained 'software'.
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2. Your parents are fucking mental.​

 

[faust]

Hello,
Unless you do not remind people about your problem, they start forgetting about that.
This is the same as when you give a friend a thousand bucks and he disappears for ages...
Every time they are arguing with you, try to say something like "Sorry, I am too depressed to argue with you, I think we can solve this problem without any argues".
Keep reminding them of how unwell you are, otherwise they will continue with their yelling circle.