UPDATE: I got a job.

Spoiler: I don't have a job anymore. If you didn't read my previous post, let me give you a brief summary. Basically, my parents sent me out of town to live with my grandparents for a while. There, they found me a job so I could understand how it feels like to work and "socialize". They told me to work for at least three weeks and decide if I want to keep working or not. I, you guessed it, quit after working for three weeks, which felt like three entire years. Why? There are three main reasons. First and foremost, the job was just too hard for me. Now, you may call me a flyweight, but hear me out. I was ironing pants from 8 AM to 6:15 PM. I had never ironed any clothes before, they kept handing me over the pants I've already ironed to do it all over again, which stressed the shit out of me. The board was also very low. I'm not even that tall (185 cm), but all that bending still made my back hurt like crazy. The pain would start 15 minutes into the shift and wouldn't go away until I go to bed that night. Second of all, my mental health problems got worse each and every day I worked in that job. Two of my main problems are panic attacks and the voices in my head, both of which got worse. My medication also stopped working for some reason. I have severe social anxiety, I can't even talk to people my own age, let alone people who are at least 20 years older than me. I'm not sure what my parents were thinking, expecting me to socialize in a place like that. Not only that, this is also a very conservative part of my country. If the coworkers knew I was LGBT, they'd immediately fire me. Then my family would learn about my situation and life would get a lot worse than it already is for me. Speaking of my family, the last reason why I couldn't get used to this job is my family themselves. I barely get along with the family members in my hometown, but here, it's something else. No one, and by no one, I mean NO ONE tries to understand how I feel in the slightest. They kept telling me how I wasn't a normal person for not having any friends and that I should socialize - as if that's my fault, they kept misunderstanding my words/movements and getting into fights with me, they kept berating me for quitting my job so soon and so on. My aunt, who is my literal archenemy, also lives here. So… what happens now, you ask? Well, today I'm going back to my hometown. Of course, I'm not going back to be a NEET for the rest of my life. I'm planning to give university one last shot, so I'll start studying like crazy as soon as I get back home. If I get in somewhere, good for me. If not, then I'll work in whatever job my family wants me to work and shut my fucking mouth, forever. If I don't kill myself, that is. Peace.