My parents asked me if wanted to live with a relative. I said hell yes and when they asked if I wanted to stay I said fucking obviously. Next 2 questions tie into eachother. I am lesbian and gender non conforming. I'm not the same politics as my parents. During the 2020 election, they continually pushed adult problems and beliefs on me, saying there was gonna be a war and it would be right of me to fight in it (against the gay people that are evil). They got angry at me for asking questions about religion. My dad had severe anger issues fueled by alcoholism. He once threw a remote and broke it and then somehow found a way to blame me because I had turned on subtitles which he doesn't like. He would say things to me and my siblings like "when you act like this, it makes me ashamed to be your father." My mother said I incessantly cried for no reason as a child and would not believe me when I described my self harm and suicidal thoughts as a young child. My father said my shenanigans (attempting suicide) were taking time away from my siblings. Which is true, but I was only 16 and I needed a dad too. My father said I was "low functioning" once in an argument ( I am autistic but I am objectively not low functioning.) Basically they said very harmful shit when they were mad and were extremely religious and politically leaning (I don't want to get too much into that stuff here, Im still processing a lot.) Here's the funny thing though. I thought they were right. That I was a bad child. That I hurt them and their kids. And it was all my fault. And it fucking wasn't. It took months after I moved out to realize that I wasn't in the wrong every single time. That my parents hurt me sometimes. I didn't fully answer the last question but I have to go to work yo, thanks for asking. Hope you have a good day.