My family is controlling, rude, and critical when it comes to my clothing

They micromanage it and try to tell me what I can and cannot wear. They insult me, make fun of me, and criticize how much clothing I wear. Just because I’m really bundled up and layered up. They make stipulations of when I can wear certain items of clothing like handwarmers. They make me take off my handwarmers to eat with them at the kitchen table and try to force me to take off my outer coat, scarf, hat, and gloves at restaurants. They have threatened to leave me home when they go out to eat or to make me wait in the car if I didn’t comply. I get aggravated with the controlling, critical attitude over my attire. They should just accept it and accept me for who I am on the trivial things that aren’t a big deal. I also hate being asked by wait staff like tonight if I was cold for keeping my coats on. Who asks that? I have heard comments like are you cold you look like you are ready for the snow before. Keep your opinions to yourself!!!!! How fucking rude… I said to my parents I don’t care about their stupid stipulations when it comes to clothing and I will wear whatever I want!!!! It’s called it’s still really cold and I am not walking around in 50, 60, and 70 degree weather like it’s summertime. They have threatened me in annoyance with sending me to a place where I will really. Have to live by house rules. I asked are you threatening to put me in a group home? My mom said if I spiraled out of control for instance and sleep with my towel to collect blood on my period instead of having to wear underwear and an overnight pad in bed. Well it stained my sheets and mattress cover and she threatened to send me to an institution if I didn’t smarten up about my life. She thinks it’s lack of hygiene. My parents think I dress my way because of a pathological obsession with clothing and it’s part of my diseases. Yes my parents still financially support me but I am tired of the threats and controlling behavior. Just because I live in their home does not give them the right to say whatever they want to me. I curse having mental illness otherwise I would have finished my education and vocational skills courses instead of getting flustered on content from my courses and I would have high level part time work 25-35 hours per week for my career. Then I would have money of my own and. They could. Finally shut the. Fuck up. I have more important issues to worry about like learning to take care of myself. I need to get enough energy to do housework, household shopping and maintenance, personal shopping for myself, pay bills, and deal with insurance. I need to learn to be independent and alert most of the day. I have to learn to be an adult and be self sufficient and independent. Being mentally ill I’m behind in mile stones of life. I also have a low frustration tolerance and a really sensitive, exacting temperament. Traditional school and workplaces did not suit me. Life confined by my family’s boxes of normal vs abnormal stifles me. They are supporting me so I need to change that. Getting on disability would allow me to get some independence. While I work on my courses to secure freelance work. My parents don’t let me drive anymore even though I used to until a year and half ago. I have a license. And used to be able to get myself around but now I have to depend on rides from other people to go anywhere. It’s really inconvenient but they don’t trust me behind the wheel of a car and think I’ll get into a car accident. They used to tell me where I could and couldn’t drive. Yes they paid for the car, car maintenance, and insurance. Those restrictions. Seem like nothing now because at least I could go to providence Rhode Island or Newport on my own. They didn’t want me driving to Boston. Too close to Boston like Braintree or Quincy. Either. Now I am completely dependent on them for rides. I get easily flustered and angered at the general assholery on the road of Massachusetts and Rhode Island. They thought I got easily distracted and flustered behind the wheel. I’m completely dependent. There are no busses or trains where I live. So my life is limited unless they can bring me out. Of a friend can pick me up and drop me off. Until I can afford my own insurance and maintenance costs and a car, they are stopping me from being on the road. Then they can’t stop me. They are my medical guardians too. They can make decisions for me. I hate being schizophrenic, depressed, and anxious. My extended family knows I’m mentally ill and knows I have something wrong with mental health disabilities. I have to take medication to keep stable. Just great. My parents also told me the way I dress will restrict my ability to travel. They are talking about customs agents and TSA. And how much weight is allowed in my luggage. My life is a joke. I wish I never developed mental illness because then I would be a normal adult with regular adult responsibilities and freedoms., I could go on but you get my point .