I've been a bit salty this week cause of therapy reminding me of all the incidents of people kicking me in the teeth for no good reason, how much I just took it, and how no one really stood up for me. The irony that neglect on the grand scale of things is not cared about as much as other forms of abuse is not lost on me, but I guess that's how it sticks around for 40 years.
I may have left a diatribe of receipts on facebook that I might regret, but it felt good to call out a bunch of bastards by name. Not like it'll affect any of them ten years after the fact. They got to live nice comfy artsy fartsy lives and I got to go homeless.