Sunday, September 8, 2019

Work is helping me to feel less isolated.

That doesn't solve the problem of my privacy being invaded.  That problem has prevented me from having a stable social life for almost a decade.

If someone isn't going to put a stop to what is happening to me, I'm going to commit suicide.  Maybe it hasn't always looked that way to the people who are used to treating me as if I have no human rights.  Since they have never had to live the way that they have made me live, they like to interpret everything that I do that isn't an overt suicidal gesture as an invitation to continue abusing me.