my dad did that thing again earlier where he's basically like "hey look what these people are doing why don't you do that" or "why don't you perform anymore?" and I'm right back to feeling useless and pathetic. earlier my mom said I needed to stop comparing myself to others and my immediate response was "I don't have to compare myself to others, dad does that for me already." like I know he cares abt me and wants the best for me, but he's only happy when I'm doing what he wants me to do, not what I want to do.
(oh and also, he brought up a "stage name" which he came up for me like 10 years ago which, by the way, uses part of my deadname, and he suggested I still use it. like how insensitive can someone be? he really has absolutely no respect for me, his own child, bc he still wants me to be cisgender and he wants to just absolutely ****ing ignore who I am now and embrace the old me :,,,,,D)
I'm a pretty decent artist, ya know? lots of people have complimented my most recent art pieces and I'm actually really proud of them myself. but how many times do you think my dad has said "hey you should do freelance art/illustrations for books/etc"? none. instead he keeps telling me I should join a band and find small gigs to play at. I don't want to do any of that stuff. he has no clue what I enjoy doing anymore. I'm not the exact same person I was 10 years ago. I know a lot of my interests are the same but my priorities are much different now.
my music tastes are also vastly different than his and a lot of what he thinks is "cool" I usually think is dumb, I mean good for him if he enjoys it but I'm not gonna play stuff like that. I don't want to do something I don't enjoy just to get people to like me. I've literally never, ever been that kind of person and I never will be. I like what I like, and if others like it too then great! if not then oh well! I don't want to spend my life trying to be someone I'm not, or pretending I like something I actually dislike/hate, in order to please others. I would rather be broke and happy than be rich and miserable.
if he's gonna keep telling me what to do like I'm a damn child then he needs to just stop talking to me. I literally went through 4 years of college, away from home, and he still doesn't think that I'm able to make choices for myself.
but now I feel kinda useless because there are things that I could be doing to get myself going a bit and yet I don't do them. I have a youtube channel where I play games and do voice-overs, but I've only recorded one video and that was like 3 months ago, and I've had no motivation to do any more for whatever reason. I could be practicing piano pieces and trying to impress the symphony people to hopefully convince them to let me play w them, but nope, I haven't practiced much at all since I graduated. heck, I could be taking freelance art commissions. but I'm not doing any of that stuff, because I'm still recovering from depression. my dad can't wrap his closed mind around that though, he's acting like he thinks "hey you seem to be doing better so why don't you jump right back into everything" even though that's quite literally impossible for me after being ill for so many years. recovery is a long process, and idk how long it'll take me to recuperate, if ever tbh. but I'm so used to people just not giving a **** at all about my mental health (or anyone else's for that matter), so they can never truly understand why I am where I am today, bc my mental health plays a huge role in that.
whatever, I need to stop thinking about it. I'm actually really content with where I am right now. I'm rediscovering all my interests (which got left behind once my depression really started), I'm working at my own pace, I have my mom and friends who care about me and are empathetic, I'm actually starting to genuinely enjoy doing things again (after being depresssed/miserable since 2016), and I don't have any long-term goals, just a bunch of short-term goals to nudge my healing body/mind in the right direction. I really am trying my best and I just wish that my dad would acknowledge that.