Dsal said:
If you truly don't want to play the "lamb" role anymore, fight back or move farther away. I know you have special circumstances with the illness, but if you don't look out for your own safety to the best of your ability, you'll only be able to look forward to more of the same.
If I was to fight back, I would be a one-man army. If I was to protest in any way, these hypocritical brothers and the family I have would make me suffer in the most vile way. It's not fun to lurk in the shadows and the pill is hard to swallow, but that is the only way I can live, man.
I looked hard enough, man. I am sensible to lights, to patterns, to noises, I cannot even go outside. How the hell can I know I can even tolerate some place I cannot even go to? I can't even go outside, I have to stay inside my place for literally WEEKS man! And if by some Act of God I would find a place I could tolerate, how can I know it will not change in the future? Everything changes! If my eyes are so fucked up and I am stuck, I do not want to die, man. If a metalhead in another appartment would make his music play at the loudest, I cannot even go to him to tell him to keep the volume low because I have to protect my ears! Because of my eyes and ears, I wouldn't even be able to move out! And if I was able to tell him and he has a drop of evil, well, it's game over.
Such a situation, literraly would equal SUICIDE, man. And I want to live and to enjoy life. Yes my life stinks, but I am alive and somehow well, and I stand tall. I do not want to die, and this is the only way for me to do so, unfortunately.
Dsal said:
If no one else will protect you, the responsibility to protect yourself lies with you.
This I know, this I also do, with my very limited devices. And should I call the police? If I was to do that, they'd disappear. They'd put me into jail. Just because I am sensible to light and sound because of my brain damage, they can fool pretty much anyone that I am insane, which I am not, never was, and never will be as long as I live. I talked with a lot of people who had hyperacusis on the net. Do you know how easy it is, just by going to an hospital to get stuck in a sanitarium? Kid's stuff, man. Think of that, and think of my family, and my brothers. That is a scary tough. That is a condition I do not deserve, because I have no reasons to stay in a mongoloids and schyzos prison, because I have nothing to do with any mental illness. And I am not depressive, and I never was. Neither I am mentally unstable, not even remotely close. I don't want to rot in those places, I visited my friend which I did not see since many years ago, and I had discovered out of the blue (in the hospital, for a blood thest), she was schyzophrenic.
Me visiting her. Me witnessing fucking clueless shrinks enforcing tons of dangerouns pills into her innocent throat without she even knew what happened. Her parents blackmailing her. Me hearing their parents about forsaking her (which I think by now they did), and me resisting to punch these heartless bastards in their miserable faces. Me visiting my friend, seeing her crying, and in the end, not being able to help her. Me seeing the personal treat these poor people like chimps in a zoo. These places, they are worse than hell man. There is so much human depravity in there, I do not even want to describe anything. You think while thinking of it all I want to have anything to do with that? Never. Somehow, my brothers seem less hostile, as illogical as it may sound. But where I am, at least, I have control, I have rights, I can keep some pride. There, I would not see the light of day ever. I visited hell to see a fallen friend; I never want to go to hell.
I wish, maybe in an utopian way, I had an Eden, because genuinely, I feel that I deserve it, do I?
Dsal said:
I still don't understand why you open your door when this guy comes over.
I already told you about these reasons, but there are more. I think if you really think of what my family does to me, you'd gather some of them. But let me just tell you this: by using sound at the maximum volume, nearby my place, without me being able to do anything, I do not stand a choice but to open and fall to their mean ways. They did that often. Oh, and they did that with our piano when I was with them, and my brother who is also a DRUMMER. It gives me shills just thinking of it, it makes my ears bleed just typing this. Just to argue!
And these are supposed to be the people I love? It's live and let die! Not even that, it's live, let die, and make you fall! They often told me unspeakable things that make me want to go outside and jump from a bridge so I can die from the impact, but I can make a drift of what they sometimes say to me: if to the bottoms of hell I might ever go, you sure shall follow.
Dammit.
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