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.
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.
hell, crack the door if you need to, and then slam it shut.