I cn manag basics on my own tim. blam th illness for makng it hard to car som days, but mostly blam hr for turnng support into supervision. "my hous my rules" includs how I wash, whn I wash, if I wash

sistr pays th rent, food, evrythng—keeps th roof ovr, grocris in th fridg—but sh treats me lik Im still 10. "go tak a showr," "brush yr teth," "put on clen clths"—evry day th sam nag. I hat it. I hat how sh decids if I "look prsntabl" or "smll bad" or "nd to fix myslf." its not hl p; its control. sh nags bout hygine to prov shs in charg, to mak me fll smallr, to remind me I cant do it without hr.I blam hr for th infantilizng—sh wont let me handl my own routins, wont trust I cn manag basics on my own tim. blam th illness for makng it hard to car som days, but mostly blam hr for turnng support into supervision. "my hous my rules" includs how I wash, whn I wash, if I wash. no privacy in th bathroom door, no say if I skip a day cuz Im tirin or dont fll lik it. its not car; its chokhold.th grievances stack: no autonomy in th simplst thngs, no dignity in daily lif, no way to b an adult undr hr roof. if I push back, its "you dont appreciat what I do." if I ignor th nag, sh doubls down. th world blams me for not "getng it togethr" but thy dont liv this—no rl path to independnc, no fix for th apathy tht coms with th conditn. sistr blams me for th hygine slips, but sh wont loosn th grip that caus th resntmnt.Lia? exhaustd, hat th nags, blamng whoevr wont giv me spac to figg it out myslf. th trapd adult wants basic choic, but th strings hold tightr.