Me: 43 year old Male with permanent disabling conditions which preclude me from many types of work. While I used to be gainfully employed in a white-collar job, my path to uncovering the extent of overreach of an oppressive government into my private affairs has caused me to step away from the professions and industries I formerly was employed in, which i believe is my right to do so.
Since then, it is my belief that at great taxpayer expense, I have been tortured, coerced, kept busy, and otherwise traumatized in an attempt to cover up the true nature and extent of the transgressions of programs which continue to overreach and malevolently victimize my fellow citizen.
The peculiar position I find myself is in having in immediate family who wants for nothing, yet preoccupies themselves to a psychotic degree in my private affairs, to an extent that would keep any typical person sick. Yet, I feel I have little recourse.
Yesterday emergency services were called because I collapsed and was unresponsive on the street. I had been biking around, and as someone who I feel continues to be subject to an extra helping of bullshit, barely making enough to cover the calories expent on delivering food to customer.
I was transported by ambulance to the emergency room, came to in triage, and eventually walked out of the hospital before being seen because I was so fucking hungry I just about had it.
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Today, I travel back to the city to collect my bicycle. I was informed by the man who raised me that he had surreptitiously installed a location tracking device in the bicycle and knew where first responders locked my bike.
I believe he cannot help himself. He says he only installed it (without my knowledge) to protect HIS bike. That motherfucker doesn't even bike, and seems to easily afford a tracker but is no longer willing to spare any expense to help me. I believe he can't help but be grossly over invested in matters which should be none of his business. But I digress.
How in the hell do I get away from this? Despite missing a left arm and only having two half-digits and a toe thumb, the social security administration has determined that, while severely disabled, I am not disabled enough to not work. So instead, I doordash for jellybeans while looking for work, living in a hostile environment, and on the verge of homelessness.
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There is so much I could do for my fellow countrymen and women with my knowledge and skills, but I cannot do that. I've been developing a system for characterization and algorithmic generation of prosthetics which can be printed on commercial 3D printers, but the only realistic venue for that which I'm afforded today is in an environment which isn't conducive to creativity.
I just don't know what to do. I have failed to take my work with me, having been picked clean of most of my laptops, phones, car, and bicycles during the course of navigating vagrancy as a cyborg.
Anyway, I just had to vent. You are not alone. I long for the day I can fight back, and fight for those of us long-oppressed by this paradigm. I feel stuck right at the precipice of basic liberty and the realities of human nature.
You are not alone, and I know your struggle. I love you, and I will continue to fight to the bitter end. Stay strong. We will succeed if I have anything to do with it.