heres another one for ya to give you perspective on this "town" and its experience for me.
it is always flying in my face.
i feel perpetually spat in the face.
i go to get my hair cut the other day
no where to go
there is no where where they know how to cut hair properly let alone do anything properly
fuck even when you shop on foot it is like you live on a reserve or your shopping at a yard sale.
you pick from the junk they have.
anyways, along that vein i went to get my hair cut
it was kind of late in the evening and i went to the one place
and they were mocking me literally outright so i left.
i went over to the borics that is horrendous by reputation i was to the point
i just needed it done
so i go in and the woman that cut my hair
was a woman i met at a gym a long time ago when i first moved here
she was a druggie.
like big time.
and she was sexually abused by a family member too
she had gone to the SACC and they HELPED HER even tho she was a layered addict
but me no i was "too angry"
no too sober and intelligent more like it. bigoted unprofessional
lydia fiorini should be charged literally for what she did to me
if she would have helped me we could have prosecuted my father at that time
i was still a minor
instead she destroyed my whole life.
well, so far.
sister aint dead yet.
anywho i go to get my hair done and Erin is the only hairdresser still on
i swallow hard
Erin had gone to the SACC and Lydia told Erin at the time not to be my friend because i who is clean and sober and has three degrees, is a 'bad influence' on a highschool graduate junkie.
so Lydia helped her
and now Erin functions.
works fulltime as far as i know at Borics or at least part time
someone told me she was on ODSP too. but i digress.
she is a functioning contributing adult
so why and how does she rate for help
and i dont?
i have more potential and talent and intelligence im sorry
than she would ever possibly offer up
but they just refuse me?
the wildlife center and the humane society director on the board of directors
all cahoots with my dad using his/ our property
the cops preventing me from doing anything constructive or positive with my life
because they so arrogantly think they are some how mental health professionals.
i am a hell of a lot more 'well' than this town colors me to be or makes me be.
that is the truth. right there.
they limit and squelch me instead of holding me up mentoring me and being fair to me.
as a victim
not the perp.
you dont villainize and blame the victim
im not crazy ptsd is not crazy
your ignorance drives me crazy
makes me crazy
with frustration and oppression.
cops are NOT mental health professionals; how offensive to those that spend their entire lives to train as such too.
anyways i gotta get moving
dunno what i will do today
i think i might go down to the river and check out windsor's pride.
rolling my eyes.
fuck i cant even get a job stocking produce because the cops stave it off at every impasse
i cant work study volunteer even
the cops get a cpic and treat ME like im the criminal instead of the victim of crimes.
it is absolutely ludicrous
windsor police windsor in general so low levelled and ASS BACKWARDS.