I got a call from mental assessors earlier after screaming throughout Mondays meeting. I screamed at this person too but I made good sense and she just said Good luck (with suing Social Services, who made the referral) at the end of the call. Im currently awaiting a callback from solicitors. I want all those responsible for destroying my family, me and my dad and Mary by extension, destroyed themselves. I told the mental health lady, who was nice and called Julie that yes, I could throw myself under the car just passing at that point but that I believed in my music and that was and is all that keeps me alive, on balance. I told her about yesterdays call, wherein a beautiful Scottish lady working for Virgin Media (I was cancelling my dads package and landline because as of Monday I am legally liable for those bills) offered (basically) a few moments free counselling. I omitted the part where she talked me out of suicide because I do not want police at my dads house again due to concern that I may have been pushed over the edge. This year has been Social Services-engineered hell and I want each intimidator to pay, individually. Julie, the mental health lady, asked if I had any support at all in this impossibly stressful situation. It is a limbo, an ongoing détente laden with potential imminent explosion from one moment to the next. All because Social Services have thus far refused to carry the can for their many and varied mistakes so far, financially. My reply re: any help at all was that Facebook is good, but I try not to leave things too dark. If I do it then Facebook finds out later, if at all, not before. Too late, I suppose. All I know is that nothing of the mess I am in is of my own creation. I dont want to hurt my lovely dad or Mary, assuming she is still alive herself (shes on police patrol suicide watch and that is why I am so worried about lack of contact since Aug 1st). Otherwise I would be long dead.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 11:41:40 +0000
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