Guess who's back, prats? (Me, Barry)

Explaination of why I actually left

I don't think I can legally detail the entirety of what went down that caused me leave so abruptly, so I'll just tell the story as best I can.  It will probably be long, so I'm sorry in advance.

A traumatic event occured on Sept. 12, which involved an older sibling and I.  The next day is when I left with that vague message, "I have to go."

Another sibling, who witnessed part of the incident, but had nothing to do with it, told a relative (of whom I am not on good terms with) about it.  Said relative reported it to a social authority, of which myself and everyone else in my household was unaware of.

I have refused to speak of the event that had transpired then, since, in my eyes, I am over it and would like to move past it.  However, I have been harrassed to talk about it by many members of my family, which doesn't help at at all.  Back to the original story.

I was due for a session with my therapist a few days after the said incident.  September 15th, I had a phone session with my therapist, where I chose to omit the event.  I am not at all fond of my current therapist, and they hold some odd views, so I did not wish to discuss it with them. 

Skip to Sept. 22nd, a week later, and I was attending another therapy session.  In person, this time.  I was in the car with my sole parental guardian, when we spotted a county services vehicle on the road, headed down the general direction of our house.

Parent in question had a bad feeling concerning it, and phoned my older sibling to inform them of it.  When said sibling picked up the phone,  they were on their way to answer the door, for -you guessed it- a county agent.

Parent then phoned the relative, and confirmed they had been the one to file a report. I couldn't hear half of the conversation, but I had connected the dots already.  For lack of better phrasing, I wanted to gouge out the eyes of that relative and feed them their own eyeballs during that moment.

We make it to the therapist's office, where I sit with my head in my lap for an hour straight while my parent does all of the talking.  I only said a few words during the entire session, and I hadn't even bothered with removing my mask upon entering.  I remember, at some point, I kept hearing this chirping ringtone to the right side of my head, like one from one of those cheap baby toy cellphones.  I think I had imagined the entire sound.

Sept. 23rd, the next day, we were visited by a county agent.  I said very little, and remained off to the side.  After the visit had ended, I had stripped my room clean for the eventual home inspection, which has yet to happen.  Sept. 30th, the day I thought the county agent was going to return, I was seated in front of the window, ready to run and hide if I saw a county vehicle pass by.  No one ever showed up, however.

Everyone tells me that the said relative only filed the report out of concern, but I know what it really was: spite. I used to be obligated to visit this relative, though I have since started exercising my right to not see them anymore.  I used to enjoy visiting this relative, though when they started to verbally and emotionally mistreat me, I got the hell out.  My sole parental guardian is partially aware of this, though does not know the full reason behind it. 

I'm sorry if that long, or difficult to read whether it be from grammatical errors or whatever else.  If you know me personally, you could probably fill in the blanks, however I kept it as vague as possible for my own privacy.