How can all of those people have smugly failed to corroborate to anyone that the voyeurism in the second apartment in a row wasn't a false accusation? For FIVE MONTHS, from December 22, 2016, when I received the first letter from the property management's lawyers, to my last night in my apartment on May 30, 2017, I asked EVERY DAY that someone corroborate that I was telling the truth, and NOBODY did. Not one person who knew that it wasn't a lie and wasn't a delusion stopped my being treated as if I were wrong by everyone around me in the Boston area who didn't believe me; not one person stopped my having to be homeless again, after I'd already been HOMELESS FOR FOUR YEARS!
It's not as if you didn't know that I would lose the apartment; you had already seen it happen before, in my last apartment. That time, I didn't ask anyone for help. This time, I did, but it wouldn't have taken more than one phone call, one email, one letter, and I would not be living in a homeless shelter, and I probably wouldn't have been called a crazy liar by my school's administration and suspended when I reported being harassed for the third semester in a row of my attendance there. Being homeless is very stigmatizing.
Why do you seem to think that your flirtations with me aren't ludicrous? YOU HAVE PROVEN TO ME THAT YOU DON'T CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE, THAT YOU DON'T CARE IF I'M IN ANGUISH EVERY DAY!
Maybe you think it's funny that I'm suicidal all the time and that I haven't killed myself yet. Maybe you think it's funny that I'm in a psychiatric facility every few months when I can't take what's happening to me for another second. I don't think it's funny that you think those things are funny.
Particularly people with whom I interacted with years, to whom I tried to give support as often as I criticized, who have declared their "love" for me over and over; either you think I'm stupid, or you really don't know how ABUSIVE and UNCARING you are. You don't know it, but I do, and so does everyone who isn't infected with the mob mentality that makes people think that there's nothing wrong with my being horrifically abused EVERY DAY FOR SEVEN YEARS.
You live in a dream world; that is the perfect way to describe it. Your dream; my nightmare.
Copyright L. Kochman, August 9, 2017 @ 8:05 p.m.
