Wow, I had a rough evening. For a good 20-30 minutes, I let my emotions take control of my mind and body. I think horrible thoughts towards my mom and myself. I had to take a step back for a moment and tell myself, "YOu are not your emotions. You are the observer behind them." I'm feeling a lot better now. What happened was not entirely my brother's fault - it would be too easy, way too easy, to blame it all on him. I went into his room without his permission, therefore invading his privacy. I was at fault for that. And my mom, who wasn't hurt or threatened, was also at fault for disrepecting my brother's privacy, even though she knew about his preferences. I'm gonna man up and take responsibility for what I did, the actions and the consequences that follow. My brother is at fault for being an abusive little f*cker, for threatening me and "punishing" me. I feel better now.