This is the one good thing about not having a social life any more. Buying gifts when you can barely feed yourself is a real struggle and many people aren’t understanding about it at all. Maybe do something for them instead, like if you have a little money maybe buy the ingredients and make them a nice meal. If you have no money at all, just make and write them a card explaining how much you care about them and how you’d like to buy them something but just can’t right now?

My landlady’s dog loves used sanitary towels and pantliners. Have to put them in bins he can’t get to.

Yes, I do mean an obscene amount of money. Half million nowadays would jut about buy a nice house and some left over to live off.

If they get really rich by luck and keep it all though, I still think they’re bad. If I won the lottery or something I would just keep enough to guarantee a decent roof over my head and all bills paid for life, and give the rest away.

I really do recommend watching it. Actually this and “Everything everywhere all at once” were both on amazon for free, and I thought I would love EE, and I thought PHM would be a bit “meh,” but actually I hated EE so much I couldn’t even finish it (it seemed to be just non stop fight scenes which I find extremely boring) and I loved PHM so much I can’t stop thinking about it.

I really want to read it but I feel like I just don’t have the concentration or cognitive ability to read a book any more.

I think humans have always been like this. Thousands of years ago the upper class Romans, etc were famous for their excess. It’s just this is the first time in history that the masses can also overconsume, combined with the fact that we now have non perishable items like plastic polluting the planet, that makes it all so much worse.

He probably thinks they should write a long, grovelling essay.

Yes! This is exactly what I am smelling too. So it is real.

Well, some of us are at the mercy of the devils.

I tried learning Swedish years ago and found Rosetta Stone and the Michel Thomas method CDs really good, but you have to buy those.

Sometimes the treatment can be worse than the disease.

What does it smell like to you?

It would explain a lot. I think when all the Jeffrey Epstein stuff came out there were things about the elites worshipping Moloch.

I’m glad I’m not the only one then, I was starting to think it really was hallucinations.

You’re absolutely right. The first few times I did therapy, I hoped it would help but by the final time I had given up hope and was doing simply as a box-checking exercise to claim benefits. And it was obvious the therapist didn’t care about helping me but was doing it as a box-checking exercise to get her paycheque. And the government provides these crappy services as a box-checking exercise to say “We’ve done our duty to the population by providing this service.” None of them are actually trying to geuinely help.

This reminds me of a time I was living in a bedsit in the UK when there was a knock on my door late at night. I opened it and it was about 10 armed police. It turned out they had the wrong door, they were looking for my neighbour. Her boyfriend had called them because she’d wandered off, threatening to harm herself. I’m sure being tasered by 10 armed police would make her feel so much better.

I have been desperate for a painless, assisted way out for decades. It’s just cruel keeping people alive like this. Especially since society doesn’t care enough to actually take care of us properly.

It’s useless. I made an attempt, and was delirious in intensive care for 5 days. During those 5 days I was dragged out of my bed, delirious and sent to therapy sessions, twice. I was so confused I didn’t know where I was or what was happening, had to lie down and after the last session the therapist didn’t help me find my way back to my bed but put me out the door to find my own way back. I got so lost and confused I just sat down in the corridor and eventually when I didn’t return the ward staff came looking for me. Then as soon as I was medically stable I was discharged with no further help.

Over the years I felt $u1c1d@1 again and whenever I asked for help, it was trash. One time I felt on the verge of doing it but was scared of messing it up again so I asked for urgent help. I was given a session with an NHS therapist. She told me to buy the New Age book “The Secret,” about the law of attraction and use the law of attraction to attract whatever I want into my life, then I will be cured. She then ended the session.

Then after being on the waiting list for years I had several courses of therapy. One involved the therapist trying to make me feel sorry for people who had harmed me. For example I spoke of a time I was grabbed off the street by 4 random men and SA’d, and she told me to think about it from their point of view, maybe they were going through a hard time in their lives and just needed an outlet. I spoke about how my father had been extremely violent before abandoning me, and again she tried to make me feel sorry for him. He must have had problems in his own life and I shouldn’t judge him so harshly. I spoke about how I’d been medically neglected, left with untreated, undiagnosed cancer for 4 years because no-one would help me and she tried to make me feel sorry for all the people who’d been involved in that.

After another 5 years on the waiting list I was given 8 sessions of another therapy that simply involved being told to write lists of all the reasons I shouldn’t feel bad. “Write a list of all the reasons you shouldn’t feel depressed and look at it whenever you feel depressed then you won’t be depressed any more!” “Write a list of all the reasons you shouldn’t feel anxious/suicidal and look at it whenever you feel anxious/suicidal, then you won’t feel bad any more!” Infuriating rubbish.

By this time I’d given up on hoping therapy could help, but I still had one more course, simply to satisfy my benefit claim requirements. This was “art therapy,” it involved me a drawing a picture of how I felt that day and explaining it to the therapist, then she’d fill in the rest of the time with a guided meditation. Complete waste of time. To make matters worse, the building was full of perfume and gave me such bad migraines that I wanted to quit but the therapist didn’t care. She refused to change to another room or let me quit. She said if I quit she would inform the DWP. I said that would make sure I didn’t win my appeal and I’d be left homeless and destitute. She just said “If you end up homeless I’ll give you the number of a homeless shelter.” All she cared about was making me do the full course so she could get paid for every session. No concern for my welfare at all.

What you say is right, none of this crap could ever address or cure the underlying issues, which are that I’m severely disabled and in poverty. If I wasn’t in chronic pain with no hope of cure, deteriorating health and always stressed about money, I wouldn’t feel like this. But therapy is just toxic positivity, imagine you feel better and you will! If you don’t, you’re just not trying hard enough.

The use of artificial scents is one of my least favourite things about modern life.