There's a plant in my Nparents jungle backyard that my family dogs crawl in and the residue is as itchy as poison ivy, and gives me ridiculous, blistering hives. Instead of weeding the backyard they just let the dogs on everything, or they touch the dogs and then touch everything, and now the residue is all over the house, in everything on everything. I can't even sit at the table because they let the dogs onto the chairs and now the chairs are covered in that evil invisible stuff. I have to sit on a bucket that I tuck away into the pantry. But now even that has somehow gotten the residue on it. The only place where I can sit down in the entire house is in my bedroom, which I do not let the dogs into, and they are not allowed into. I have asked them FOR OVER A YEAR to clean up the back yards, bathe the dogs (they bathe the dogs, but then let them out into the backyard again afterwards), and clean the house, and they haven't bothered to even try to help me. I have tried to clean it up myself but whatever it is, I'm so sensitive to it that even the slightest brush with something will trigger a crazy allergic reaction. It isn't like it's all dogs, because I have petted other dogs and been fine. I'm the only one with this reaction, and because my Nparents aren't affected they have allowed this hellish situation to persist for this long. I haven't petted or picked up my dogs bare handed (will occasionally risk a quick pet with gloves on) in a long time. My Nmom says that the dogs themselves produce the poison (wtf) and that there is nothing they can so about it. My Ndad says "oh well we bathed them..." And I'm like OK but if you wah something and immediately soil it again, it isn't clean. Just... AAH! The other day I was tearing up watching my dogs play, and my crazy mother comes up and asks me mockingly what is wrong with me? I said (stupidly thinking sincerity was the best option right then- big mistake) I was sad because I hadn't been able to pick up the dogs (they're a small breed) in a long time and I missed them. And she laughed in my face and said "well they're right there" and I got up to leave because I didn't want to break down crying in front of her, but she followed me and yelled saying they washed them and how they don't know what I want them to do. And I just left and when I had gathered myself I walked back in the room and she was playing with the dogs, and looked me in the eye and laughed. It is just one example of many, many terrible situations. Point is, it is a frustrating situation to be trapped in a place where anything g you touch could hurt you, and you can't even play with your pets.

Tldr- my narcissistic parents are lazy slobs and let the dogs get some residue I'm allergic to all over the house, refuse to clean it up, mock me for it. Not an isolated incident, but part of a pattern of terrible behaviour.