My dad found a box of bandaids in the trash and tried to force me to strip

it got into a heated argument about consent (I have a lot of trauma on the subject) and idrk what to do. I'm trapped in this house because at my current job I'm unable to get a place of my own, and now I can't even feel safe being here. I'm really struggling lately with my own shit and now there's this. Smfh