https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia -- I have literally never had a doctor who was supportive of my disability, an

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panspermia -- I have literally never had a doctor who was supportive of my disability, and when I finally sought out someone "queer friendly" they were more condescending and rude than most of the straight ones I'd interacted with. Purposefully unhelpful to the point I started reminding folks, why would you only kill yourself? These doctors might not harm you, but they'll purposefully avoid helping you, and that's the same. (Maybe I should walk around Scott Township handing out fifty cent pieces so my opinion matters in 30 years like the local party officials used to in the park down the road from St Clair hospital -- I like how it's the same thing as if you hit a 21 in blackjack. I notice little things like that.) Some of that is due to bouncing between insurances, so I clarified I'm eligible for an Italian passport to reduce the "Hi, I'm a shitty specialist but feel free to peruse a review website and pray to christ you don't have any meltdowns while I siphon up a few copays to pay for the degree I felt entitled because I refused to raise the minimum wage". I hope it's coming through that while sometimes I can be intense in the comments section, if someone is so distrustful of the medical system they're considering emmigration it should be taken as an extreme signal. But that's the problem -- no one ever has interacted with me like a victim or a peer in a medical context. I remember saying I wanted to be a horror writer and cautioned it might be better to stick to nonfiction when I was a teenager. That's why I did things like point out when I turned 18 in February, I'd be legally able to buy an AR-15 during the 30 days it would take to try to evict me prior to graduation, because my parents were that kind of petty -- to this day they treat 911 like a customer service line... I had a cop bang on my door the other day because I hadn't called my mom. (I tried telling them hey, I actually looked into being a domestic violence counselor, you need to stop coming here without a warrant, my mom is abusive and this is false concern but they just kind of ignored me -- the police, much like politicians, never actually seem to care what I say unless they agree, which is fine, but people tend to regret not listening to me.) I hope for his safety he doesn't do that to someone with more severe anger issues, I've given up on trying to find a solution to that issue though -- I haven't had two weeks of quiet enjoyment of my home since Trump took office, and folks keep having increasingly terrible meltdowns when they fuck around and find out that I don't need to break the law to get them in line. At this point, I'm debating if I should renew my medical marijuana card, since it seems like I'm just... rewarding a bunch of extortionists.