Yeah. Plus, when I first worked with Sara (the Hispanic lady), she was like, 'I was just going to say that...' () when I asked her to replace my other key worker, who was an idiot. It all seems like a confidence trick, but I guess then all the shite with us was yet to happen.

But, after so long, the annoying infatuation gag I have going for me took hold as usual, and then she cut me off after so long. But not right away. She played games with me, when i.e. Sara says she may go to South America to work with kids. And after that, she denied saying this to me. Then when she had a sleepover or a shift and I was around her, I got bullied by her because by then, I think she lost interest in being my key worker. This was obviously a motivational thing to an extent, but also to make me "get over" the feelings for her. So yes, it was essentially a bit of bullying.

Really now. Anybody that just 'cuts you off' over petty discomfort like hers, well, they kind of have no heart and need not be in a job dealing with mentally ill people. It is so easy to get close to workers like her if you feel very lonely and whoever, and they should by default have known I was hurting.

I did harass them at some stages and I did commit stalking, but I have had a history of feeling rejected when people muck me around and REFUSE to listen to me. In other words, there was some bumps in the road at first. It was therefore up to myself, Joanna, and Sara to help me get over the bumps and drive on. Instead, they turned against me.

It still hurts. You know? Jail is a scary and evil environment to be trapped in.

As for getting another home: I never wanted to. At all. The flat there had support, so it was (near) perfect. The only real butt kicker there was the fact it was cold in the winter. Other than that, I never had to air many complaints. Really, I feel let down and betrayed.