Brass Tacks

this is the first world where citizens have rights.

like, the right to get into bad at night and sleep until morning eithout fear.

the right to both sets of keys to the car they own.

the right to live and consume food and drink without harassment. Even if they are overweight.

the right, in other words, to life, liberty, and the pursuit if happiness,

ive been legally disabled since i was 24 years old.

my parents made me a ward of the state at that time. For convenience sake. They didnt tell me, the state did.

i found a lovely man to marry but that ended,

ive kept a blog since about 2009

Now, I stay up at night as long as i can until i pass out from exhaustion.

for monrhs i have spent weeks without enough food and months going to bed accepting that i could be assaulted and killed in this upper room by my 90 year old father who pretends to be senile– if i fall asleep– but isnt. Ive been struggling desperately for income to get out of here bit it is not forthcoming.

reaching out to Jesus tonight

wotd to whe wise:

he regularly poisons my food and drink. This has began 2 years ago. His favorite is my icd tea, i get liquid duathea in the middle of the nught. I have been dodging this lately but evdently he found my large bottle of Ariona ice tea because i had liquid diarrhea again out of nowhere for the last several days. It is degrading and disabilitating.

oh, he is British.