The Misadventures of Super Midget Chan  

Have you ever been in a situation where you felt trapped. I don't mean physically trapped but mentally trapped? You aren't being held captive by a stranger, an attacker or an enemy. You are trapped by your own family.

I feel I am mentally trapped, being held captive by my own family. It is a sicking and very depressing feeling to be trapped by someone who you feel is suppose to support you and love you. No matter how much you expect to be treated better, for the situation to improve and for attitudes to change, your family disappoints you every time. I am starting to wonder if my family secretly hates me but don't have the gutts to tell me to my face. Although if they told me to my face that they hated me, I would be more relieved than offended. If that happened I would atleast know where I stand with my family.

I keep trying to figure out why my family hates me. I mean I have put my life on hold for them. I did things that most people would have walked away from. I picked up the slack when my parents couldn't be always there for my siblings. Clothed and fed my siblings when money ran out. I did all these things not for recognition but because I wanted to make sure my family was taken care of. That my family had what they needed because I love and care for them. However it seems like no matter what I did for them, I don't receive the same consideration from them. They act like I am not a member of the family but like a servant to be at there beck and call.

I have been told my friends that I should just pick up and leave. Believe me if I had the resources to leave I would. Even then, I still would probably worry and drop everything to take care of them. I am not trying to have a pity party but I feel like I am trapped where I am. I am stuck in a house with my family, without the proper resources to leave. Stuck in a household where it seems my presence isn't wanted. God help me please.