Disowning My Father: The Final Straw

Thin ice... And that's that. Stress was eating me alive earlier this month, not getting proper sleep. Eventually, yes, the police got a hold, put me through a shit show, but the last thing I was going to do was hurt myself/anyone else and I get pissed off or annoyed at that assumption at all, when the stress gets high. Proper sleep. Of course, I was taken eventually to ye ole' Cedar Hills. Fond memory hospital, which has gone down hill and been reduced to a place that is a threat to the patients there, but we will get to that later on. Well, I wasn't getting proper sleep. I could go live somewhere else beside the group home, you know, but guardianship imbecile parents equal fuck fuck fuck.... Injections! Funny thing, on the way to Cedar Hills we went right past St. Vincent's and I remembered the old Invega shot issue that we weren't allowed to talk about at St. Vincent's at all beforehand, and yep, I was right, I about killed myself/functioning was very poor for the Invega shot month back in September of last year. Yes, I resorted to meth, that's how I got through that ordeal, I don't regret it but I won't do it again if I'm not on Invega/Haldol and meth becomes a NECESSITY to function at my peak. You know, by the way, Pearl House, an imbalance in dopamine (low dopamine) is a possibility, I told them that and Cascadia was worried I would hurt someone over the dopamine imbalance I was complaining about. Cascadia, you are a stupid organization, a joke, and I do not like you. That is all. Anyway, we were talking about my father. After explaining to him how horrible both the Invega/Haldol shot were, he had them all lined up to do anyone. Seriously. He doesn't think I know anything at all about myself, is what he said. That's why I am done with my father. I disowned you, crackpot, I do not want to see you or be associated with you ever again, and I hate you. I am fucking done with you Feether Meeke. The good news is I wasn't injected with anything, there was a Vraylar Deal* * = Good Deal With Wonderful Perks/Faith Addition You know, as a side note, there was a discussion on the Spiritual Plane if I was supposed to tell anyone about Subbie when it first happened. Conscie heard there was this discussion and Facepalmed. Such a no brainer. Everyone else discussed it, and in the end determined I did the right thing by not telling anyone about Subbie. What is my response to this? You would assume, wouldn't you? That Subbie was such a big F-ing step up from the original delusional issue. No, same thing, same emotional impact, not making that fucking mistake a second time thank you very much. Right, tell people about Subbie, right. Butthurt? You are not my father, Feether Meeke. I hate you and we are done, that continues.