I'm 23 and autistic, last week my mum said she was going on holiday for 9 days - I'm not very great at the whole independence thing and wanted to give it a try, I told her instead of going to x relatives' I'd be staying home. She kept disagreeing with me but I wanted to press my point - honestly, the dad is on/off abusive (No incidents in months, they're spread out over a long period of time so it feels like a mindscrew to label it but the tl;dr is I don't feel safe with them there and feel more free when he's not home) so I was looking forward to being able to enjoy my own home without that. Every time I hear his van come up there's this feeling of lost freedom and a sort of disappointment. I don't want a dad and haven't in years.
I tried to keep reminding her I would be staying home to get the message across that this isn't a "I'll complain but ultimately relent" thing. Well, come the day she was going to drive off to go on holiday (today) everything went to shit. I woke up to her unplugging my computer to pack it off to go to the relatives', after all that time insisting I wanted to stay home. I was furious, said a lot of sour shit and ultimately she smacked me when I tried to take my belongings back and proceeded to drag me screaming into the car. I kept screaming and shouting but I was locked in and I'm just going to cry recounting this now. Self-harmed in the car and continued to be hostile, because as far as I'm concerned isn't this a form of kidnap? I did not consent to being taken in that car, period. I would have jumped out the goddamn window if they weren't blocking my exit.
I'm posting to ask a) What is my legal recourse here? (I'm in Scotland, the north east) I just want someone to send me home no fuss, I have the keys in a pocket so that's not a problem, the relatives I'm staying with are nice but they're a bit too passive regarding what she's doing right now. b) can you super-definitely confirm yes this is abusive" or not, because I'm struggling on these points:
- Ableism. There's a sense of "oh well you struggle to look after yourself so it's totally reasonable for a 23 year old adult to be carted off to a relatives' like an unruly teenager." that's difficult not to internalise to an extent.
I do struggle with self-care, but...it's my own house. There is a limited number of things that can go wrong - her 'reason' is that I'm inept as shit and prone to "I wear these clothes for days on end, get lost and forget to eat a bit sometimes and don't lock the door" but honestly, I didn't plan on going outside all that much and I wanted to do this as 'looking after myself+house' practice. I want a chance to just be able to screw up like other twenty year olds do but not be infantilized and coddled to death for it. My brother let bread go green from mold in his apartment (like literally green, this isn't hyperbole) and had to get emergency services called once because he climbed on a roof and got stuck but he's off in Edinburgh. He gets his chance to screw up and learn, I don't.
Concerns for my well-being I get, but a) I know who to call if I get into trouble (trouble being "help fell down a hole/fire alarm won't go off/what is this strange device you call a washing machine/there is a bee in the house and I hate bees send halp", I don't think I've ever seriously injured myself) b) I'd prefer it if people had tried to find an actual compromise that involved me staying home. Wellness checks = fine, I get "u ok" in public half the time because my stony/distant expression from autism sends up "probably ate all of the drugs" alarm bells. Someone staying with me = not quite my 'I want a holiday of my own aka personal space' idea I envisioned but it would have been better than being dragged inside a car screaming and yelling. - I'm spoilt. I feel like a spoilt brat but abused at the same time because as much as I'm allowed to not pick up after myself...when I want to push for "let's do this big independence thing" I suddenly can't. I can't fry food late at night if she knows about it for instance because "oh you would get hurt". There's minimal expectations for me but at the same time I'm a low-level distant-idealizing level of suicidal and the dad is definitely an abuser. (You can't threaten to evict someone, threaten to break your sons' jaw, get drunk and bash things around, punish your child for calling the police on your raging drunk ass and not be some form of abusive honestly, strict pattern adherence or not. My first memory is of him grabbing and smacking me as a toddler because I told him I ripped the wallpaper in my room. The memory cuts out after a scream when I'm being dragged over a lap. I had said "daddy, look what I've done", I was a fucking kid I probably didn't even know it was wrong)
I said a lot of vitriolic shit when she took my computer and carted me off on the day. To an outsiders' eyes, "oh, spoilt screaming bitch is throwing a tantrum because she doesn't have her computer" but it's my only way of contacting people who can see the abusive shit for what it is. My best friend that was in walking distance pretty much said "you wouldn't exist without him", blood relatives are some mess of "x was a long time ago", "oh [my name] is stuck in the past you know how men get a bit drunk and say things they don't remember", insert whatever else here. To her it's not abuse because her parents used more corporal punishment and that sets some magical abuse bar I guess. (I suspect there's generational abuse involved since an uncle kicked me as a kid once when they were drunk and there's a general "men are angry, punishment is angry scolding" vibe to the family. Lot of extended relatives, so patterns show)
My friends online, for the most part, see it for what it is. The irl friend I suspect has some "oh it's not abuse because then that would mean my experiences were abuse" going on and I get that, but the dismissiveness is hurtful. It's also a lot easier to tune out of an online person going "oh it's not abuse because insert reasons", walk away etc. I suspect her taking the computer away also set off memories of years ago when I called the police on him being drunk and abusive then woke up to her unplugging my computer as punishment. It feels like I'm having all control wrenched from me. - Okay, to extrapolate on the above...I said/did a lot of nasty shit during. Screaming, 'fuck you', 'you're an insert expletive', threw dirty sleet at the car, the self-harm inside the car was partially another 'fuck you I'm mad' thing. The smacking was because I was trying to take my computer out of the car, she then proceeded to drag me inside because might as well kill two birds with one stone I guess. I get that abuse requires a power imbalance and mutual abuse isn't really a thing, but it's hard not to fall into the mindset of "oh well you did x when you were upset by people treating you like a child, ergo they were totally justified/isn't abuse because everyone acted bad so let's just spread the blame around equally rather than address who started it". (Part of why I don't get on with my brother, sometimes shit was like "let's go to school and get bullied then come home to another bully who will have absolutely nothing done about their behaviour")
I asked a friend if they could pick me up but it's a long drive and she doesn't feel up to it, I'm going to get to ask a police station tomorrow. I just want to be free. Living with the 'dad' is like this frog I saw in college - they were holed up in a corner of my aquarium(my room in this metaphor) so often that everyone just thought it was their thing, but turns out they were afraid the larger frog would eat them. When that frog died, they came down and explored the environment as normal. I've been trying to play games and do escapism for hours every day and avoid the person I can't stand to live with, I've been doing this for years and I just want to be free.