I don’t know what part of my boundary was equivocal.
Really, all I see it as is that they are invalidating queerness so much that they think a boundary based on queerness is totally valid for them to ignore.
I don’t even know what to do.
cw: sa/mental health
they have a r*pist mentality, and honestly, the helplessness I feel comes so close that being in this situation reminds me of how distressed I felt during my SA. It honestly led me to tears right now. I hate how trauma from that literally had to be reignited just because my grandparents can’t respect boundaries.
Oddly enough, they tried to use one of my uncles as a proxy a few days ago. They did this to ask me if I want Christmas lunch with them. I told them “No,” but they still came. This is undoubtedly a r*pist mentality.
Technically, I can, but this was so unexpected that I thought it could’ve just been someone else. I’ll have to take a good look outside first maybe.
hell, crack the door if you need to, and then slam it shut.
Can you get a peephole installed on your front door to see who’s outside? It’s kind of dangerous that you must crack your door just to see who’s there.