I have returned to Springfield as instructed to take my Victorian Pharmacy opiates, buprenorphine. I must return tomorrow at 10am to be seen and officially discharged, by the consultant. I am currently on a section 2.
I kindly have a section 17 implemented allowing me two nights of freedom.
From buzzing the door buzzer I'm swamped with misery and depression. I get flash backs to when my counsellor R*** and my social worker C******* brought me.
R***’s previous congruency has vanished Paul Daniel's style. Gone was the honesty which encouraged me to accompany her to the nut house. Instead she kept repeating that I mentioned there had been a larger than normal helicopter presence in my life. Apparently no helicopters are involved. I just seem to suffer an awful paranoia inducing coincident. Maybe I have a gravitational pull.
However R*** is a liar. I'm hurting real bad helicopters or no helicopters.
I have no privacy and my mummy and daddy think this is appropriate behaviour when dealing with a child who, at aged 33, should be able to do what the fuck they chose.
I hate you. I'll never love you. If I want to inject shit leave me alone to do it. Sabotaging my attempts only increase my drug use.
Seriously the treatment I've endured you would think I was a prisoner of war. A terrorist. A mass murderer. A baby raper.
But I'm far from it. I'm just someone who self medicates their ADHD.
My family are the ones who are sick in the head, not me. I'm kind, I live with karma in mind. I rescue animals. Help people.
They need sectioning, not me.
My parents decided to create psychosis. They’re the ones who need sectioning not me.
They are sick. Psychosis is created in your mind through sheer terror.
My parents have made a nightmare, areality
They took a nightmare and made it reality, when helping me would have ended this hell we're all living.
My parents decided to create psychosis
#iwillbefamous #thetruth #Itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked
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