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I'm afraid that I'm going to end up with white lung pneumonia.

Sad and guilty, hurting someone again, social skills still needed

I’m not going to have enough money to pay my bills this month.

Everything.

My Misophonia is so bad I was trying to buy some books in a shop, but the employees were bashing steel inventory carts together (repeatedly, hundreds of times, in all directions of the store, no exaggeration), so I burst into tears and threw the books on the floor before rushing out to my car hyperventilating from noise overload.

Meanwhile I've done my hearing test in hopes that an audiologist could prescribe (EXPENSIVE or ... any decent) noise cancelling headphones to treat Misophonia, so my insurance would cover the cost.

They should be considered medically necessary, right?

My audiologist said she's only allowed to help people amplify sound with hearing aids, not minimise it with noise cancellers even if that person is autistic and has Sensory Integration Disorder, and feels like they could easily commit crimes if subjected to noise like a crinkling crisp packet, or shopping trolleys hitting each other in a store.

Go figure.

Part of my trauma is being made into a Netflix series.

What the flying F.

My brother might have Mesothilioma too.
Like Ken.
This would be a second cancer, or else a metastasis.

They all forgot to tell me that on Christmas.
Or, since Christmas.
Or, on Wednesday when he had the scan.
Or, when he took a cab there because he's blind.
But didn't ask me to drive.

Because my family keeps secrets.

Being told that every single thing I bought my mother for Christmas AND her birthday was wrong.
Despite her telling me what to buy.
This includes stocking stuffers.
It's about 20 individual things.

She gave them all back to me.
Now I need to find Amazon boxes and print shipping labels for each one.
Drive to five different shipping depots to drop them off.
Some of them have to go back to stores in person, where I'll hear shopping trolleys.

Then I need to repurchase everything correctly, starting from scratch.
The new items might cost a bit more, but that's OK apparently.

Did I mention what happened to my daughter?

Whoops - I better not.

You know, because that would make me a terrible mother.

All I do all day is stare at my computer or F my boyfriend.

Have you heard?

It's front page news at Chateau Linton.

Let's talk about cocaine too.

Why not? It's all the rage.

Mother: So, do you think your daughter is going to kill herself soon?

Also Mother: And here's my face cream. You need to exchange it.