She regularly uses cannabis vape pods.
I had no idea she would explode on me about this because I had already previously told her I was using cannabis, that I was paying for it, and that it greatly helped me with my social anxiety and depression. It also was greatly aiding me in my weight loss, and I'm currently the healthiest I've ever felt in my life. So yesterday I started making my edibles like it was no big deal because I thought the heart to heart I had with her about it patched things up. I legitimately thought she'd be happy for me. Well the moment she smelled it in the oven, she stormed into the kitchen, suddenly she threatened to kick me out, threatened to stop paying for all medical care I'm currently receiving, and when I didn't give in, she started begging my elderly father to intervene, nearly gave my dad a heart attack the way she reacted to me consuming this plant like it was bloody murder. I had been open about this with him for months and he doesn't have a problem with it.
I was making edibles with preground weed because it's so much cheaper to buy, I picked up a couple eighths for $10. Apparently though my mom had never heard of the concept of baking weed in the oven to decarb it, and started screaming at me like I was insane. I'm thinking she thought that maybe smelling it might mean she's also smoking it, that's my speculation on why she reacted like this, anyway. I currently don't use any other drugs on a daily basis not prescribed to me by a doctor. Though seven years ago I had a problem with opiates that I've since solved with Buprenorphine maintenance, for context. Once I realized this might be about the smell I turned off the oven and put away the foil pouch of weed, but that wasn't enough.
She gave my dad an ultimatum to kick me out or she'd be calling the cops. I refused to stop using weed, I told her I'll avoid using cannabis when she's home like I had been doing previously, but I would not be sacrificing my mental health at her arbitrary whim. My dad started having a panic attack, got in his car, and drove away. The cops arrived, explained this wasn't their responsibility, and they left. I am very glad my dogs and I are still alive. I have autism and thought this might be the end of me.
My dad returned a few hours later. It is now the next day and no one has breathed a word of this since my little brother returned from work.
I feel ya. I'm in limbo rn living at my mom's while I do summer college. And expensive things keep coming up to stop me from moving out. First I was leaving in June, then July, etc.
Find a roommate and get out for your mental health. Do you at least have a source of income or savings?
Haha nope. 0 dollars and no income. I got laid off from my first job a couple months ago, and she has been blaming me for it. I don't have savings because I gave her half my paycheck in rent for the entire three months I was working. I have been trying like hell to find a new job, and things have been slow because I can't drive and I'm autistic, and I'm currently questioning my gender to boot. She blames me for this.
I didn't have the job long enough to qualify for unemployment, so I'm in limbo here.
That's brutal. Hang in there. I will say canvassing jobs seem pretty easy to get at the moment (ok it's garbage ). That's what I'd be doing rn but I fucked up my foot. Dems are desperate rn.
Do you have a degree? If not you could probably go to college and get housing aid this fall.