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Life as I know it is over.
I'm not going to be able to live at home anymore. My grandparents are basically going to disown me now and I won't even get to live with my aunt anymore, but I don't know when that's going to happen. Possibly in February, possibly sooner.
I don't even remember what I said in 2023 when the cops took me down to the station, but I was recorded and apparently what I said is enough to convict my grandpa in addition to what my sisters said. So, my grandparents now definitely hate my guts. My grandma is the only person I ever greatly respected and loved in this family, and she now hates me. Apparently I had "lied" about saying that I didn't say anything when I remember fucking telling them that I don't remember what I said and I wasn't even allowed to go visit them at all, so now they're also going to be in trouble for that + my aunt thinks she's getting in trouble too for allowing it.
Nobody in my family wants to take me. My aunt no longer wants me living here because she claims she does not have the room, even though she has both an attic and a basement, and I know for a fact my mom lived in that basement before, so it's not like it's unsafe. My aunt will be taking me over to the house tomorrow to clean my ferret's cage and clear my room. I'm never going to get my babies back either.
There's a chance I will be sequestered for court, and I have no idea what that entails. My aunt was discussing with someone she knows about getting me committed to a hospital/mental health ward because APPARENTLY that will get me a social worker or something along that nature, plus an evaluation to see if I qualify for anything, in order to get me to a halfway home/assisted housing.
I asked about what would happen with my job since I know that a lot of people wind up losing their jobs since you can be held from weeks to months, and she didn't tell me if this would be an involuntary or a voluntary commitment. She said its "up to your boss" if I kept my job or not. Because fuck me I guess! I know I didn't matter but this feels like a new low.
I also got what I feel was a beratement of "if something was going on why didn't any of you tell CPS, or the therapists, or Grandma, or anyone else-" as if the first time shit happened with another family, I tried doing JUST that and was never believed and treated horribly for it. And of course even now, everyone is siding with grandpa.
I have no idea what's going to happen from here. I don't even know when any of this is going to kick off. If I ever disappear for a long time, you'll know why. I'm going to start packing my things tonight just in case they try to spring the rest of this shit on me unexpectedly because nobody ever tells me anything.
I will still try to remain active for as long as possible online.

