Someone I know is getting a service dog and I’m jealous. I’ve wanted one for a few years. My mom doesn’t even think I need a service dog, just a trained ESA. She doesn’t think I need an animal to come with me everywhere. She probably things it is a nuisance. But I know that it would help me. There is a nearby place that I was going to apply for, but then my brother moved in with his psychotic dog. In December, we brought his dog to my sister, so now she is my sister’s dog. My brother is a dumbass and still thinks the dog is his- she isn’t. And nowadays I can’t even say the word dog when he is home without being shushed by my mother because he will get pissy and has anger issues.
I’m just so fed up and irritated that something that could SERIOUSLY help me is being hindered by my mom and him. Mostly him. My mom said that I may be able to get a dog in June/July, but that’s right before we will be moving. And then I can’t apply for the place here, since I wouldn’t be able to go there for training.
I’m just jealous because this is something I’ve wanted for a long time and my mother doesn’t even understand why it would be helpful. And yes, I have had many conversations about it with her. She uses the same excuse of “well I don’t think you should bring a dog everywhere” and it just makes me feel awful.
Ugh, I’m spiraling now.
I just… really don’t like my brother anymore. Occasionally we will get along but he is SUCH A PAIN. I get it that he has depression and addiction and yada yada yada he needs help but I want to be mentally stable too! It’s not fair! I am actually trying here and he is not!! He goes to therapy sometimes but is close to being kicked out/fired/ “discharged” as a client. I see my therapist and I take my medicine I shower and I wear my mask and don’t stay at friend’s for 3 nights in a row and I work AND am a grad student.
My mom won’t kick him out because she doesn’t want to “choose between children.” and he already thinks I’m her favorite. I hate my dad for doing this to us. I hate that he is the reason my brother has to live with us again. I hate that my dad is the reason my brother is a terrible person because he now has narcissitic traits because my dad is a narcissist. I HATE IT. I sometimes don’t feel safe in my own home! And i’ve told my mom that and her response is, “well, he is your brother” aka get over it.
God, I can’t stand it. I just… I want to say I want it to end but I know I’m not supposed to self harm and I’m not supposed to kill myself.
I feel… cursed. My existence is like a living hell and I’m cursed.
Edit: the place that I want to apply for to get a service dog trains emotional support animals as well. But it is a charity place because my family is poor and can’t afford to get a service dog like I’m sure the person I know is. I dont know where we will move to know if they will have a place nearby. I would be driving to this place weekly and its like an hour to an hour and a half drive that I’d be willing to make.