The past 11 or so days have been hell and obviously, I am to blame for that. It all started the Friday before this 2 week long autumn break, which, as I have been saying for months, I'll use entirely to finish my term paper (not a native speaker, don't know what to call it, been working on the paper for months).
A that point, I had been in bed for the majority of the last 2.5 days because of severe migraines (which they downplay as worse headaches and also ignore my extreme sensitivity to light) and I was feeling better and planning to meet with some friends and also spend the night there because I'm probably depressed and these interactions are most of what keeps me going. Anyway not only did they shout at me for "wanting to party and get blackout drunk right after I had been ill" (playing cards and board games with friends and hey - they are only worse headaches, right?), they also wanted me (mind you, I am 18) to not go (still shouting) and told me that we would renovate my room during the holidays, which I neither wanted, nor had the time for (more shouting). I just left (shouting stopped once I opened the front door, the neighbors would have heard).
The evening was great, I returned the next day and we started with my room (after some shouting). I figured that if I behaved and worked hard, we might be done soon and I could finish my paper. Of course that was too optimistic, everything took way longer than it needed to because I had to be belittled and blamed whenever possible (also, shouting). After almost a week it was very clear that we wouldn't get the room ready at all during the holidays and I confronted them about it and that I had to finish my paper that I am writing together with a friend that depends on me for writing most of it (which I knew beforehand and I'm fine with). A huge shouting match ensued (they shout, I answer calmly). I have never had a confrontation with them that was this bad - I wouldn't back down, even talk back and bombard them with facts, they went ballistic, shouted things that really hurt me and that I don't want to repeat.
I now sleep at a very very kind female friend's small place which is weird but also awesome since no one is shouting at me and I can also use her pc to write (mine broke, bad timing). No, my parents did not kick me out, however, they wouldn't leave me alone or allowed me to write my paper on either the family pc or notebook...I sometimes come home to tinker with my broken pc and get some clothes when my little sister tells me that they aren't home. According to her their reaction is way better than I anticipated, which is odd (because normally even talking back would get me verbally abused, not physically though, I got rid of that long ago), but I'm not going to risk anything before that damn paper is finished, then I'm moving back in.
Sorry if this doesn't qualify as an answer to your question, but this is my first post here and I needed to vent.

TL;DR: Holidays were long planned to be entirely used for writing a term paper, the day before holidays parents decide to renovate my room with my help during that time. I now sleep at a friend's place.