You don't have to accept it..
So, they didn't like my hitting things in my room and, like, snarling.
I got carried away with something, that someone/some people told the nurse to drop the vile on the floor and not wash her hands or anything, to punish me for my thoughts in a now free country. Maybe, it was the nurse's decision, of course, not 100% sure. She could tell I didn't have a perfect morning or whatever and was mad like I deserve to be treated differently. She was a tall, somewhat obese blonde. My mom rubbed it in, I felt, and she cut her finger. Just this morning, I was called by transportation exactly when I posted something on this blog that upset me. So, it's those people experimenting on me, most certainly tho not 100% without a doubt. I was gonna deal with it, but I guess my mom upset me. I just squenched myself, and it seemed everything was over because of my dad's oldest sister saying that's not okay. She needs to back off in that way. That's how I started getting upset when paying them a visit and going to a church there. That's usually how it starts, sometimes gradually, and I just lose it and think it's okay.