2016 has totally sucked!

Nothing about 2016 has been good from my end. Nothing at all. I'd love to hear how 2016 was for you, after you tell me why you think my life sucks.

The year basically started with me getting two useless male support workers that could not offer flexible support. So after a few weeks, I gave them up. Before that, I had not had any means of help since the fall of 2014. Autism Initiatives in Scotland caused me untold problems, and I ended up remanded in jail. Then I just left them. Oh, and then I ended up back in jail.

One reason for the poor flexibility was that social services who fund the support hours, refused to provide women due to pathetic issues with the prior company that was supposed to help me, but just ruined my life. Since they were only going to provide men, the agency they found for me were short-staffed, and the hours were set out the same each week, and could not be altered to the way I needed them to be. And keep in mind, they could only fund 6 hours, when I used to get 9 with Autism Initiatives before disaster struck.

My court appointed "watchdog" started trying to use the new guys as 'stool pigeons' to report things back to him, when this is NOT what care assistants are for. He basically forced me to only be able to go online on a laptop in their presence, so he could have me by the balls. The court also took my Internet enabled possessions, forcing me to find other means to go online. Recently, he tried to say I was not meant to use the Meetup website, as he's implying I'm some nuisance, a stalker, or a beast.

The little help I received was arranged via a social worker, and of course, he was in cahoots with the guy who I check in with, per the sentencing I received in court in 2015.

I got sentenced to two more Community Payback Order supervision things in either April or May on top of the original sentence from last year, which meant that the original sentence of 18 months was extended to March of next year, due to what I perceive as noble breaches of their crappy terms. For a while, I had to see this guy every fortnight and occasionally his boss for the odd review, but this was reduced to monthly. Then recently, he was told the police got a report from some tart on Twitter, saying I was harassing her.

What actually happened was, I posted an opinion, which perhaps wasn't smart. She blocked me, and I felt offended, because others did similar things to me. Then because I messaged her a few times with a new account, I'm supposed to have stalked her. Wow. Just...wow!

Not only that, I really find anxiety and stress has held me back. I'm reluctant to go to places on my own as I fear having a panic attack due to not feeling relaxed around strangers. Being with someone I know may in fact take away all the feelings of discomfort. There's just one big problem there. Not one person wants to help me!

My dream was to be in movies, even as an extra. Extras are typically just people that appear briefly in the background of certain scenes, and that's it. It's not even a real job either, as it's something you normally just do as a volunteer. However, I still wanted to do it as a hobby just the same, or to network, but I backed out of some cool stuff because nobody could come with me. Yet I obviously kind of regret not taken part now. But you get my drift.

Not only that, I live in a shambolic and overcrowded house. I've gone to the council several times now, and they cannot house me because it works where you have to bid on properties due to a stupid points system, and going private costs more, and then they would sacrifice all your 'homeless priority' points. Without homeless priority, they said it may take up to 100 years to be granted a council house in the city I live in, which is Edinburgh.

I've been so stressed. You wouldn't believe the insane amount of depression that has plagued me due to people being scumbags. I basically have nothing, or nobody. This is why all my other threads are full of moaning.

Sigh.

I always like to feel grateful (truly) for what I have, for the good things, and for the beauty in life. But yes...this year has been something of an annus horribilis for me, too. My precious sister died of cancer, I've lost 2 friends to cancer, and my dear cousin is battling cancer. One top of those griefs, we have a president-elect who is an abusive, narcissistic monster. I am very afraid of what he will do, once in office.

I had not even heard of Donald Trump until he had Bobby Lashley beat Vince McMahon's representative in a wrestling match once. Then the loser lost his hair. It's all put on for a good show, so it's not meant to be taken seriously. He'll probably screw up America, like you said. What a comfy lifestyle he must have, with that gold plated hotel. Talk about fancy.

The country is just so messed up. There's too much greed in the world, and I'm in Scotland. The problem is that everyone is so stuck up.

My sister lost her kids because these social workers are liars. She had two kids to the same slob, then his family basically took her eldest kid away because they could manipulate our flawed legal system. Her other laddie ended up with carers this year, and she's going to put in an appeal very soon to try to get him returned.

After she was told the news at a hearing once, they came one afternoon in May for my nephew, and he was put with carers. She never actually sees her eldest son any longer. She still gets to see her youngest son in a supervised way. Her rent arrears are also stacking up because she lost certain money after he was taken away, and she's never really ever at her flat anymore. It's beyond a joke.

On top of that, I'm expecting the pigs at my door at some stage. The Wankers Association arrested me many times in the past because of two skanks I used to like, who used to be my support workers. I'd been on social media when I was ordered to stay off it, and some tart who is an actress ended up reporting me because you know how it is with these douche bags. But it was my own stupidity, since I posted up my picture, my real name, where I live, and so on. My supervisor called me one day saying he was "concerned" about something, and the next day, he told me he was putting in a breach report to the Sheriff Court. So the fuzz will probably come and arrest me, but I'm not going to run away since it's pointless. It's too darn cold these days to run anywhere anyway.

They also know who my one main friend is and where to find him, so they usually bugged him before to get more information. He cannot stand the pigs at all.

I'm so sorry, Peter A. It all sounds nearly unbearable.

I'm sorry about your sister passing away. I have also lost loved ones to cancer. My mother's mother had it too, but she was a chain smoker. Her arteries were blocked, and she was stuck indoors a lot. Eventually, she went into care, then died in 2004. My gran is someone I truly miss. Maybe we're being cursed somehow. Did we walk under too many ladders when we were younger?

I'm sure I've said this before, but I'll repeat it again. Nobody loves you quite like your own family. Everyone else is basically counterfeit. Well, maybe not counterfeit as such, but they're usually inferior, and certainly not always trustworthy.

I've met so many people that were okay in the beginning. Then what happened later on was cruel and just totally wrong. People screwed me over, and the effects of that sort of betrayal is something you never forget, because I'm still baffled by all of the things that have happened to me. However, I think the main problem is that my world is too small. Most people you meet are supposed to be (hopefully) respectful, but I don't know many nice people, so maybe I'm more sensitive than others when I get bullied. Having a kind heart isn't always a good thing to advertise either, as bad people are inclined to take advantage of anyone who may be naive. Like how my ex was like a shark smelling blood in the water.

Recently, these jerks erased my name from the credits to an upcoming film called Redcon-1 and the problem is, most people added themselves on the IMDb page for the movie hoping to receive a credit, but nobody is really meant to do that. Now IMDb are saying they need proof I was in the movie before my name can go back up, but it's not even commercially available yet. There's just too many sick and sad people out there. This was my first movie too, excluding short films. Since I was just a zombie, I doubt anybody with a role like that will be credited anyway. They call us "background" for a reason.

I wasl also had been disapointed of this year at first i think that it will be my year but it was the same old s--t i am tired of this but you know what y llearn to be strong to be powerful and accept the life how it is

To be honest, wanting a "perfect year" is nothing more than wishful thinking. It never really plays out like that, except in the movies.

All the years since 2002 for me have only had marginal good points to them. Everything else has literally sucked. But even the highlights I have had are forever going to be overshadowed by what transpired later on in relation to the people that initially made me feel happy.

I'd post more, but I'm knackered just now.