All my life I've felt as though I'm in a bubble, and the only time anyone is nice to me, is. To get me to do things that get me in trouble, or they need me to do something. It's ok to make me cough to the point I nearly pass out, open up a door when they know I my head is in the way. Or yell at me for every little thing, but if I stand up for myself, I get into trouble, or people assume I'm making something of nothing. I am invisible, or I am a punching bag. There is no such thing as anything else in my life. What do I do?

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