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Yesterday night I was checking in the oven to see if the dinner was ready and the food was foiled. He asked what I was doing in the kitchen, and I told him that I was checking to see if the food was ready.

He told me not to do that, which I never expected from a parent before. I told him I never had parents tell me that before, and that my grandparents were cool with that. My mom and stepdad refused to listen to me, then I started throwing my first fit in over three months (I am autistic) and calling my stepdad the N-word with a hard er, then corrected myself to say he was ignorant and I don't want ignorant parents.

I called my parents Trump supporters and said I was sick and tired of having Trump supporters as parents, despite voting for (and regretting voting for) Trump myself.

I opened the door, ran away from the house, closed the door, started throwing off my suicidal thoughts (I'm not allowed to express them in front of family at all, ever).

I went to the Vons supermarket nearby, with no mask, no wallet, no phone, nothing. I basically had to cover my mouth with the top front of my hoodie. I walked calmly until I saw an Asian family and asked them where they came from. They refused to answer, and I demanded they go back to where they came from. I started throwing a tissue box nearly at them.

I started making a remark about "niggers" and declared that they should be "shot in the head." A Black customer (maybe worker?) said to call security.

One lady worker asked if I was ok, I said no. I said that nonwhite people should not be here, and another lady worker pointed out that I am "not white." I told her yes I am, and that Armenians descended from Brits.

I walked all the way from Pasadena to Altadena for about two hours, maybe three. I came back to Pasadena an hour later. My family and the cops were very worried about me.

My stepdad and mom deny that they are homophobic but they are. They're the type that makes that "I have gay/black/whatever friends" remark