First of all, thank you very, very much for your insight, AikiBen.

It does seem like a boundary problem. Which is why I do get upset, for example, when my mother enters my studying space and searches for something. I have also noticed that sometimes, when asleep, she has no hesitation to go through my bag and borrow money from my meager savings without asking me. When I found that out and called her out on it, telling her I wouldn’t do that to her bag in any way, she just tells me “I will return it back soon”. Turns out not only I haven’t seen any of it back, but also she spends it to enable my dad’s alcoholism. Apparently it’s time I realized that I won’t have, despite my tries, that heart-to-heart talk I have always wanted it with my parents, because when I try to speak my piece, they just cut me off, without even listening.

Of course I will be keeping up with the articles over here, and I am thinking of seeking help from the student counselling centre that opened a few months ago in my alma mater, University of Athens. Speaking of this, I may mention that I feel much happier and satisfied in Uni than at home, and I’m very popular with fellow students and professors alike. I wish I was eligible for student housing, but I ain’t. Furthermore, staying at home not only stresses me more, but also makes my food addiction even worse. As for the book, I will try to get my hands on it.

Once again, thank you for your insight and, yeah, I think I have made myself a prisoner since I don’t know when. It was so familiar to me that I wasn’t aware earlier of the harm I was doing to myself, but now I get it.