There are no words to express the state of my existence. It is so far removed from anything comprehensible to a normie. I am dependent on outside help, which doesn't have my best in mind and just will result in further either economic or social destruction or both.
It was a mistake to drink these two beers, my mom will just say I am drunk (jfl), but anyway. It was also a mistake to wait until my dad was in Greece, my mom will say I preyed on her being alone. But so be it. I didn't chose this time frame of my interaction with the govnigs nor did I chose being high inhib as fuck.
The social services office has basically decided there is no problem, but that I am living at home and moving out will elevate my state of existence, however that should work. "Imba he just needs to learn to take responsibility!11!!" I've been on my own from a very early age, the problems I face can not be simply bootstrapped away, nor will moving out change anything of the help's structure, besides moving the district with luck and getting assigned to a new office, but even then this will cost easily another year. I just don't see it in anyway relevant to my problem and if they won't see the flaws in their help in this living context via me contacting supervision, they won't in any else context. I will not degrade myself to a punchbag getting handed around again due to their own lack of structure. I will also not swallow their free choice bs and let them ignore me another time for several years. What kind of "free" choice is there "do what we want or run into the knife"?, pretending structural and systemic violence are not real and I can simply move away from this?
The blackpill exterminator torpedoes are primed and loaded. Wish me the best comrades.
Any last advice before I press the launch button?
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h67JpMyrOVE
If I don't come online, I am not necessarily dead. When I explain my mom my situation there is a big chance, that she will say I am threatening her or frame my expression of possibly seeking euthanasia as suffering from the usual "cerebral neurotransmitter imbalances", . I know what I have to say to the police to sty at home, but I am not that functional, so they might take me to the ward again.
I don't wanna live at home in this situation, but what does it matter anyway, if I have neither life nor money. Here I can at least save up a bit. My state of being here is really just a result of my dysfunctionality plus my conservators inaction. This won't change after moving out and demonstrably already has been shown in the past. The man hours asigned by the social assistance office to social workers to help me are the same everywhere and so are the structures.
Don't think boomers will palate this. But I am literally shaking and i know the social assistance office will contact my parents and they will use this as an easy way to discard me.
It was a mistake to drink these two beers, my mom will just say I am drunk (jfl), but anyway. It was also a mistake to wait until my dad was in Greece, my mom will say I preyed on her being alone. But so be it. I didn't chose this time frame of my interaction with the govnigs nor did I chose being high inhib as fuck.
The social services office has basically decided there is no problem, but that I am living at home and moving out will elevate my state of existence, however that should work. "Imba he just needs to learn to take responsibility!11!!" I've been on my own from a very early age, the problems I face can not be simply bootstrapped away, nor will moving out change anything of the help's structure, besides moving the district with luck and getting assigned to a new office, but even then this will cost easily another year. I just don't see it in anyway relevant to my problem and if they won't see the flaws in their help in this living context via me contacting supervision, they won't in any else context. I will not degrade myself to a punchbag getting handed around again due to their own lack of structure. I will also not swallow their free choice bs and let them ignore me another time for several years. What kind of "free" choice is there "do what we want or run into the knife"?, pretending structural and systemic violence are not real and I can simply move away from this?
The blackpill exterminator torpedoes are primed and loaded. Wish me the best comrades.
Any last advice before I press the launch button?View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h67JpMyrOVE
If I don't come online, I am not necessarily dead. When I explain my mom my situation there is a big chance, that she will say I am threatening her or frame my expression of possibly seeking euthanasia as suffering from the usual "cerebral neurotransmitter imbalances", . I know what I have to say to the police to sty at home, but I am not that functional, so they might take me to the ward again.
I don't wanna live at home in this situation, but what does it matter anyway, if I have neither life nor money. Here I can at least save up a bit. My state of being here is really just a result of my dysfunctionality plus my conservators inaction. This won't change after moving out and demonstrably already has been shown in the past. The man hours asigned by the social assistance office to social workers to help me are the same everywhere and so are the structures.
Don't think boomers will palate this. But I am literally shaking and i know the social assistance office will contact my parents and they will use this as an easy way to discard me.
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