Please excuse me, I’m having a feminist adjacent vent.
I realised yesterday my dad thinks I’m incapable. Possibly stupid.
I’m not, I’m pretty bright, but my life has been blighted by severe ocd that went undiagnosed for more than 20 years.
I found out yesterday that he had procured an exciting job for the son of a friend of his.
Over the years he’s tried to recruit my brother into his business several times, but never me.
But it’s the son-of-a-friend thing that’s got to me. I’ve gently asked a few times recently if he knows of anything that would do me. My current options are body breaking minimum wage toil or sex work (I have done both, obviously he doesn’t know about the latter).
Sorry, I’m just feeling sorry for myself and it hurts.