I feel it’s unfair, especially since I’m living on my own paychecks, yet when I go back to home, I can’t even have my phone on Sundays. I can’t roll my eyes or show frustration in any way, I can’t whisper, or watch anything rated above PG, except for a few PG-13 movies they approve. My dad tracks my location through phone apps even when I’m not home and thoroughly checks my phone every time I visit. I can’t close my door, bring my phone into my room, or even listen to music freely—no headphones allowed so they can constantly hear what I’m listening to, and I have to plug my phone in upstairs each day at 8:00 I also have an early curfew. If I don’t follow these rules, my dad hits, pushes, and yells at me, leaving me feeling guilty and in tears when I try to stand up for myself. While I understand it’s his house, it feels unfair that other guests don’t have to follow these rules. My dad also sets unrealistic expectations for me, and I get punished if I don’t meet them. They punish me for not dating and for being friendless. If I act strange, or if my autism shows and I struggle to fit in, I get punished for it. It feels like I’m being penalized for being myself. I love my family, and as long as I follow all these rules, my dad is good to me, but I’m just sick of living under these conditions.