Author: Olivia

I remember when I was living with my mom, she told me I had to work 5 days at minimum. Telling me that I needed to sign up for “at least 1 class” because I had ONE fucking 3 day weekend. She did this while I was PAYING RENT for her. Living with her was exhausting for this fucking reason, and I’m happy I just live with my dad now.

I remember when I was living with my mom, she told me I had to work 5 days at minimum. Telling me that I needed to sign up for “at least 1 class” because I had ONE fucking 3 day weekend. She did this while I was PAYING RENT for her. Living with her was exhausting for this fucking reason, and I’m happy I just live with my dad now.

I'm still a student but I have spent almost my entire working slave job at my parent's print house, in the 2 decades there I have earned an equivalent of a dollar and 20 cents, I'm currently running out of money and forage for food so I can extend the clock a little further, I was ment to go aboard to a friend of mine in France to earn some money so I do not have to worry about starving to death in the graduation year but their partner denied me staying for longer than a week, I have asked many other friends if I could come to them as wages in my country are abysmal and only one person did, however the ticket prices are more than any of us could afford in many months to come. I've been working the slave Labour for my parents otherwise I get…

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Ok, this was about two months ago. I was working for a small Indigenous Australian Design company. The boss and I were the only two Indigenous staff members. Before me, there were two Indigenous employees my now ex-boss also fired. In full transparency, I had a mental breakdown affecting my work and every other aspect of my life. After I explained to my boss and HR that I was sexually assaulted as a child, they made me tell them what medications I was on and the side effects, etc., etc. and I was made to go back on a six-month probation. I thought this was fair. But now, looking back, I realise how fucked up it was. Three months everything was going well until I eventually had a day where I was either going to kill myself or finally admit myself into the psych ward. Thankfully I chose the latter,…