This is going to sound ridiculous, I'm sure. But it's nagging at me for some reason and I can't think of another place to go to for advice right now.
Okay, so---as of last week I just started therapy again. Within the first session my therapist determined I was in an emotionally abusive household. Even though within that hour of time there was quite a bit I didn't say...lots more was more important I guess.
I'm supposed to have a session tomorrow, but there's a high chance that's going to get cancelled. (really unlucky for me, my hypochondria/generalized anxiety/depression are spiking again with school starting up again later this week)
My mother is...I guess emotionally volatile? She's under a lot of stress too, and I totally get that. But she handles it...differently. I've only been hit once, and the bruise of that finally went away. But she goes through periods of yelling constantly at everything and that's usually taken out on me. For stuff she never told me to do, for her own problems, for me "not doing anything", etc etc, some of it can get really degrading and some of it has turned to death threats on more than one occasion.
My...other resident in the house (I refuse to acknowledge him for what he is by marriage) has been emotionally/verbally abusive to both my mother and myself for a while now, though for me specifically since we moved here (about 10 years now). My father passed while I was young, and I witnessed it personally, though for some reason as of lately that particular event seems to be gnawing at me more than ever (which I find bizarre because at the time I closed off from the event really quickly).
My mother also has a habit of threatening suicide and harming herself but never does so, more of an empty threat.
...But here's the thing.
She goes through periods of being exceedingly NICE too. Says she cares. And I believe her, I guess. She claims support,and is just really calm in general. Making jokes, listening to me, stuff like that. Though this can change within the day or within the week.
I'm underage, so I can't really go anywhere, but it's gotten to the point where I'm constantly afraid someone poisoned my food or water or something, and I have no urge to do anything at all. Not even basic bodily functions I guess. I'm always tired and always afraid. I feel guilty all the time for things that either I didn't do or don't involve me. But I have ties with the only living parent I have left (and the rest of the family I either don't know or is in the process of dying via cancer which I'm TERRIFIED of and am always convinced I have) so I don't want to break ties...
Is this what abuse feels like? I don't know and I really don't know what to do to get through this...