Nuclear winter would kill almost all of us out— there would be no escaping it.

And I feel they had enough support that they might have been able to kick off some kind of copyright reform movement, or at least some kind of law to deal with the bad-faith DMCA takedown crap.

My first family was abusive and extremely neglectful. The father was always at work. The mother neglected me, didn't touch or feed me, and left me in precarious situations in hopes that I would die. She made my older brother hit and bite me. She passed me and my siblings over the fence to my neighbor regularly so we would be out of her hair. Child services took me and my three siblings out when I was five.

I lived in my second family until the day before my 8th birthday. My foster father there sexually abused me and my brother.

By the time I was in my third family, I was very disturbed. I also am autistic with mild cerebral palsy. My 60-year-old adoptive mother there emotionally and physically abused me and my sister, didn't believe in mental health or cerebral palsy, and showed us zero affection.

Eventually she abandoned me at a reform school when I was 15. That school didn't want to deal with immature, disturbed autistic kids, so they made up an excuse to kick me out when I was 16. I was immediately sent to a much worse reform school— an abusive one in Missouri which they're trying to get shut down.

I was there so long that they said I couldn't be there any longer. My adoptive mom didn't take me back— she mailed me tickets to my birth dad saying "see if he wants you". We had no contact with him— we only knew about him because my sister found his number and ran away when I was gone.

My birth dad still did not want his kids, so he abandoned me at a homeless shelter when I was 19.

I spent time in a lot of inappropriate homes until adult foster care.

Now I'm living in a market-rate apartment with housemates, but am about to be homeless (and with no money or family), because I complained a lot about their severe neglect and the upstairs neighbors terrorizing us for 9 months.

Life, man.

And now I'm writing a literary action science fantasy novel about childhood attachment disorder, healing from trauma, societal ethics, and becoming kinder, happier, greater people. It's a blockbuster of a literary novel, and it's quite far along. I have a Google Doc of its WIP progress up. But I'm still about to be homeless.

To be honest, I am on disability ($1600 a month), my deaf housemate is on disability ($800 a month), and my other housemate works full-time at Walmart ($1800 a month). And yet we are so, so screwed.

And I'm terrified.

I really super want to stress that we don't want to make this a "safe space" where we censor and whitewash anything that isn't saintly. We do want to push empathy, prohibit harassment, and prohibit the encouragement of illegal behavior; but this should still be a community where "we're not perfect, sh*t happens" is allowed.

Man I hate bandwagons. Sandboxes aren't for everyone. My autism struggles to stay motivated.

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/QuicksandBox

I didn't even get to go there very often; but I always got a Grilled Stuft Burrito if I could.

I'll try to keep this short.

Our management company is the worst-reputed in the state, so far as I can tell. They've been buying up a ton of properties and then sitting on them. The moment they took over, they fired our on-site superintendent and increased our rent. They then constantly gaslight us and ignore us whenever we put in work orders or complain about anything.

I got pneumonia years ago from the horrible insulation in our bedrooms. I was dry-heaving blood for a month and unable to get any sleep. I was hospitalized for it. I've repeatedly told them for years to do something about it, and they have so far done nothing.

We had a huge sewage leak where we were literally splashing through a giant puddle of sewage between our bedrooms and the living room for months. They refused to do anything about it. A social worker got ahold of Legal Aid, who reached out to me and then got on our management's ass.

Our building's basement apartments are overrun by cockroaches. I have woken up several times with them on me in bed.

Now our upstairs neighbors have been terrorizing us for months. I won't go into details, but it's noise-related and it drives us literally to tears, to drink, and outside of our apartment. They've purposely made it way worse in the last month, and we just now got the letter where they are filing a restraining order against us in retaliation for us calling the police on them five times after we called management a bunch and it was clear that they weren't going to help us. We have a Zoom court hearing soon; and while we put together a bunch of documents, complaints, and screenshots, I am increasingly feeling more hopeless about the justice system.

Our management company is very subtly hostile with us. They have cut off several of our communications, erased our work order history, and have retaliated by non-renewing our lease.

We have no money and will be homeless very soon. I have a social worker who's trying to help me, but the person who's supposed to be sending my diagnostic assessment is dragging her feet so hard.

I spend most nights now praying and crying. All we can do is wait now and see what happens.