Well... where to start...
My dad has allways been overprotective of me my entire life. You see, my mother died while I was young so it has been dad's responsibility to 'take care' of me. Ever since I was seven years old, he has deprived me of social situations, by forbidding me to go to friend's houses and social events. I think that's where an early part of my problem began. Moving on, I was picked on most of my life because I didn't know how to interact socially, allways being the 'quiet one'. I've had to be submissive to my dad, because he has allways been the main authority to me. I felt 'obligated' to listen to me. Just to get it out of the way, he's never sexually abused me, though he has caused physical harm, though nothing major. I started visiting a psychiatrist when I was in middle school, because dad said I was unusually depressed for a teen. Well you probably know why. I was prescribed my first medicine, Zoloft, which I have been taking for years. Ever since then, I have been seeing various psychiatrists. As of recently, there is a program called the 'ACT Team' which has been visiting me. They are comprised of a nurse, who asks how I'm feeling and if I'm seeing/hearing things and if I'm taking my meds; then there's the psychiatrist who prescribes my meds; then there's these other people... they ask me lots of questions. Going back abit, you see, this all started, the whole 'ACT Team' thing, after I was admitted to Dorthea Dix hospital. This was all over dad convincing the Psychiatrist that I was crazy. You see, he used imaginary threats that I had never made against him as an excuse for me needing to go to the hospital. At first the psychiatrist tried to convince him out of it, then, for whatever reason, he changed his mind. I was immediately handcuffed, placed in some sort of holding room at the mental health center, stayed there for hours on end, and was finally admitted to Dorthea Dix. There, I stayed for a week in misery, wondering when they would let me out, because I had done nothing wrong. Note: I was over 18 at the time. I was just simply afraid and did not know what to do, so I took no action. I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, even though I highly doubt that is my condition. I seem normal and have none of the symptoms of the disorder; most of all, I do not see or hear things and never have. Not to mention that I was taken to a neurologist the other week and they did one of the tests with the wires to the head on me. Turned out, they could find nothing.To date, I am being forced to see various doctors. I take over ten prescribed medications for who-knows-what, I lost track. I have run away from home to stay with friends twice; neither time could I stay long because of various issues. On one of these occasions, dad had pointed a gun at me out of anger. I walked four miles to a friend's house because I did not feel safe at home. Even ever since I turned 18 [I am 19 now], dad threatens me by saying that he will have me put 'somewhere' for 'someone' to 'take care' of me because he 'can' and 'there's nothing you can do about it'. He's such a control freak, he thinks he can tell me every little thing to do. I'm talking about beyond chores. I'm talking about, he won't let me walk down the street without him following me in his car. He tells me who I can and cannot talk to. Incidents like that. I have no rights. I have no freedom. I am an intelligent adult and I am being treated like I am mentally retarded. And I have to do what he says, no matter what it is, or there will be 'consequences'. I have no real life friends anymore. All I do is stay on the computer all day. I have no one to turn to. I have no job, no money, no experience, cannot drive [and that is because dad claims I'm too 'unstable' and will not let me touch his car], so I'm stuck. In all honesty, I think dad is the one with the mental condition. I need serious help, I need to get out.......
