DisabledAceSocialist [comrade/them]

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Cake day: September 21st, 2024

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  • I had one who used it as an excuse to try and get a girlfriend.

    He sent me a message, saying that if I gave him my address he would send me a takeaway off justeat. I was starving and desperate, so I gave him my address. For the rest of the night, every couple of hours, I’d ask if the food was on the way and he’d say he was busy but would send it soon. (not too busy to be chatting online all night.) Eventually it became clear he wasn’t going to send it. But it didn’t end there. He started bombarding me with messages, saying he was lonely, wanted a girlfriend and was sure I must be beautiful. He said he was coming to my house to visit me. He didn’t ask if he could come, he said he was coming and would probably be here “around 10am tomorrow.”

    Of course this freaked me tf out. I did everything I could to dissuade him. I told him I’m not beautiful, I am not looking for a boyfriend, I am too ill for visitors, I’m not allowed visitors here. But he refused to accept any excuses and the situation got so dire I had to tell him that if he came I would call the police. But that was one scary week dealing with that.

    Unfortunately 90% of the people who’ve responded to my messages have either ghosted me or strung me along or been scary weirdos. But I keep posting requests when I need help because 10% of people who’ve responded have actually been good and helped me and without them I wouldn’t have made it through this far.
























  • Yes. I’ve got nothing and I’m resigned to the fact I’ll never have anything. After years of cancer treatment that caused me to have a stroke, which has left me partially sighted and unable to walk properly, I was no longer able to work or study, and now spend my life going through endless disability benefit claims and appeals (because they reassess me stupidly frequently), scavenging for food and on the brink of homelessness while going through these appeals. Due to my illness I lost any chance of a normal life, no career, no family. I consider myself ace but I could still have had a family of my own. Now due to my health it’s too late. I can barely look after myself anyway. My friends all drifted away as my illness wore on and I was no longer able to go out much, so I have absolutely no social life whatsoever. Due to lack of funds I can’t even do simple things like rent films I want to see on amazon. I’ve accepted that my life is pointless, meaningless and miserable. But why does the government have to make it worse with these endless benefit assessments? The constant poverty is the one thing I can’t accept. I’m just eaten up with anxiety about it all the time.
    The only way I get through life is living in a fantasy world most of the time. I’ve built up this elaborate fantasy life in my head where I’m healthy and happy, surrounded by friends and having a great time with no financial worries. In these daydreams I go surfing and skydiving, have the best mates ever and am full of joy and life, everything is always sunny and I’m always young. The only way I can cope with reality is by imagining it away.