To all the NEETs living with their parents...

I moved out to Oregon for six months, and got fired from a bunch of jobs and never got paid. They realized I am unemployable and don't push it now.

So basically, fail enough times until they give up.
I wonder if mine ever will ;_;

are your parents wealthy?
or upper middle class..?

My brother got saved when my mother suddenly had to move to europe because my sister got leukemia and they needed better care.
He just said i'll move when over there when i get my bachelors and i'll see if i find a job
He's 27 and hasn't worked a day in his life

lower middle class here

Ignore your parents and join this comfy NEET discord

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I'm just quiet and timid around them, I don't fight with them. They don't mind me if I'm a good boy

For me there has been no way to avoid it, I have simply had to learn to be louder and nastier than them. They can kiss my ass, I never asked for this stupid life.

Try to convince your parents you have autism/schizophrenia and you cannot work. They'll just toss you out if they come to realize that you're normal.

Lower middle class, they can afford to feed one person more.

No not particularly, it's just like if I'm going to community college in the area and it's like 1,200 a month for a two room apartment with just a bed and tiny bathroom attached They would rather me stay at home and help pay for school.

>there might actually have been anons that fell for the 'pretend you're mentally ill' meme

you're at community?
not trying to judge just curious

also where do you live? cali?

We both know it's a brilliant idea. Mental illness isn't real.

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>mfw it was a meme
Shit, how did I manage to make it work?

>he doesn't know about the international enforced medication policy for potential school shooters
you might have evaded it until now but good luck kid heh *snap*

I have autism.
I've been trying to get a job for the past 3 years pretty intensively, and have even got a certificate for a job that hasn't panned out.

How do I into Autismbux until I can get one? I'm working with the retard job placement bureau, but they aren't helping

My caterpillar dad doesn't care enough to talk about shit like moving out or getting a job, only when he's threatening me with his spiny silk because he feels insecure and wants to manipulate me. If I left this place he'd track me down no matter where I was, he'd go to Amsterdam and back because he knows I'm the only one that will pretend to tolerate his bullshit, and that's the worst part. I throw him a bone from one of my feasts and he takes everything, spits me out over and over again until there's nothing left but a sorry shellfish dinner. My father won't kill me directly because that looks bad on paper, but make no mistake, I was born upside down with my ass in my head and my head in my ass, sort of like an inside out lollipop. I'll never make the mistake of having kids, most likely because I'll be dead early from auto generated Oregon trail death sequences autoplaying in my skull hive, but also because I have a conscious and still got my morals that must have been gifted to me from the alien visitors I met in Guam. I don't have the makings of a man, more like a glued on tampon. Kill them all 1976. I'm heaving and puking all over the statue of liberty. I don't desire care, love, warmth or companionship, I desire severe head trauma. I try asking my father to act like one and tell him to push me to try in life, he'll call me an alcoholic and tell me to go to my room before he really gets mad and has an autism fit of physical and mental abuse. I'll kick his ass and he knows it, he told me I'm his bodyguard if the ricky boys come flying down on us with fire and blood. He threatens to beat my ass if I ask him to be a harsh father, a caring father, any kind of father, whatever. What he really wants as he has told me time and time again is for me to go nuts and kill him. I told him, buy me a gun and I'll kill you, as long as I get to shoot donald duck after. He agrees to the terms, I'll see to the hit. Salami.

Attending social anxiety group. Also spend a lot of time coding so they know I'm not completely sitting on my ass.

In reality though, I question whether I'll ever get out.

I tell my parents I work online. They don't know that I'm still making NEETbux, so when they see me buying food and clothes, they think I am doing work online.
It's nice but either they're fully convinced and believe I have a job, or they just don't care about me

Pretty much this. It'd be easier if it were that way.

My mum doesn't want me to leave, I am 27 and we get along well, we both keep the house clean between us and I enjoy cooking for her and myself. She says its fine that I am here and not to worry too much that I don't have a gf even though its worse than not having a gf as I am not even taking the steps to meet potential partners. I'm jacked from having free time, vidya and anime is boring to me now so I just spend time trading crypto (I already paid a years bills because of this), talking with online friends (I collect people and never ever ghost them, some I've known for over 12 years), reading up shit that interests me, I used to make a lot of computer music so I do that from time to time also. Overall comfy, one big thing I did that made me much happier was start the day by waking up really early, I feel my happiest when I wake up at 3-4am, then I go for a run every other day before breakfast (on the other days I eat breakfast and workout). One thing that's good about the neet life is that you get to spend a lot of time on self-improvement but at the same time its easy to just pitter away the time on leisurable activities, the latter has been a source of much of my regret in life.