Is OTHER wrong in the post ? POST : Okay, so I am 20F who is visiting home for the holidays. In fact, I’m visiting for this early part of January, because I worked Christmas and New Years as I’m now a paramedic in a town about 3.5 hrs from where my family lives.

As a little background, I am from an extremely impoverished neighborhood and was raised by a drug-addicted, abusive mom. This isn’t a sob story, but does help to explain how I became a drug addict (IV heroin for anyone interested) before the age of 16. My father eventually found out and saved my life by getting me into a residential treatment program (actually, multiple throughout my recovery). I am now fully recovered but as someone who was a drug addict, I will always be an addict. I do my best to stay away from my hometown because it reminds me of a lot of bad times and makes it tougher to stay sober. 

Anyway, I am home now to see my dad. It’s a complex relationship, because he’s saved my life, but he is super not good at understanding addiction and how to treat me as a person now that I’ve been in recovery for over a year.

Tonight, we were talking about my stepmother’s shoulder surgery and the oxycodone she has been taking to manage the pain. As someone who handles opiates literally every day at work, these conversations really do not bother me. My father though, said, in front of a large crowd of my family (some of which were unaware of my struggle with drugs), “maybe we should stop talking about oxy. ss5698 may not be able to handle it.” I assured him the topic of conversation was acceptable and not bothersome, but he was persistent, “no, I know you can’t handle this. You have no self control around drugs and I swear to god if I have to deal with that shit again I might just let you die.” 

Obviously, total silence. Like, I do acknowledge and understand the horrid things I’ve done to my father as an addict. How I treated him, things I said, etc.- I can really only imagine the horror he felt. But this just felt like someone ripped my heart right out of my chest, it really felt like he flipped out of nowhere. 

Eventually, I responded by shouting that he didn’t understand addiction or where I’m at in recovery, I couldn’t believe he’d say something like that, and why would he expose my secrets in front of my family. I even said I was leaving to think this through, because the whole experience just makes me want to use and forget so badly. We argued for about 10 minutes before I went to my room, grabbed my shit, and peaced the fuck out of there. 

So, AITA? I might be. Let me know what you think. Thanks in advance. 