“Hey, I’m just chatting socially” I’m from an era robots and ai weren’t pretending to be users or people.
Just to talk to a real human being, I’d like a space I can write about my circumstances. When I was a kid I thought it could be avoided. It’s difficult to be able to communicate accurately it’s about the right time space and wherewithal. The family I stay with doesn’t have concern or awareness of its deceit or conceit of ….. I received a heart transplant before I was illegally adopted by them it was 1993 near Buffalo New York in a hospital only myself no friends or family seven or eight years old. It is a factual matter of fact statement of the truth, the things I write have basis in reality that isn’t known or recognized I’m just a broken beat down “special needs” individual. I have identification, I am informed no one has guardianship over me but I’m not allowed the truth because I’m so wronged it would devastate me. I have privileges to buy tobacco and alcohol but any means of climbing out of the hole the pitt I’m in and achieving independence, getting real help or real information and to socially network has been beat down from under me I’m not afforded those rights. I wasn’t afforded rights of a full education or private citizenship rights, peers who rejected responsibilities.
