been having a rough time.

My own family, my father, my brother, and more of them, they dont' care about my fears. They dont' care about my rights. They don't care about my bodily autonomy, my safety, my future. It's like a game to them. They see my fears, my anger, my passion, through their negative lenses. My own family, thinks I shouldn't care, thinks it's pathetic or funny when I care, that I'm somehow a misandrist just for calling out misogyny, when it feels like the whole world wants me confined, covered, beaten, raped, used like a machine, silenced, when those in power want me to be forced, want to see me punished with death for choosing my freedom. My own "family," my own "friends," think I'm overreacting, making it up, they act like it isn't happening all over the world. How? How? How can they be this way? How can they not care? Why are men so evil? How can they feel good about themselves when they make us live in fear?