I'm seriously ill. My endocrine and immune systems are pretty much nonexistent, so I live like the stereotypical 'bubble-girl' but with a whole lot less medical help: I stay at home, since going out can kill me unless I had access to a whole bunch of stuff that costs money that I don't have (like a good wheelchair, an oxygen tank, cooling systems because I can't regulate my body temperature, and clothes-- heck, I even lost most of my hair and don't even have a headwrap). And even then, the best I can manage is to be outside on a cool day. I have a restricted diet, and I can't come into contact with a lot of things, like chemicals or anything that's been in contact with them. That includes people.
And then, lately, I get told that my poverty and circumstances are my fault. Mine, like I want to be sick and poor. Mine, like I want to live like this. Who the hell wants to live like this? Would you?
Sometimes, I reach a saturation point.
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