I never thought I’d be here, writing this plea for help, but the truth is, my family is trying to kill me. No, not in some dramatic, action-movie sense with guns and explosions. It’s far more insidious. They’re doing it legally, by cutting me off from every resource I need to survive—and calling it tough love.
Let me tell you something about tough love: It’s nothing more than a cruel, legal method of murder. They might not see it that way, but I do. It’s a slow, painful process, one that strips away everything you need until you’re left with nothing but the air in your lungs—and even that starts to feel like it’s running out.
They started small, as these things often do. First, they cut off transportation, making it impossible for me to get around, to do basic things like buy groceries or get to appointments. It literally killed my business by not getting inventory places. After college, I couldn't even get to the job interviews in my field in LA. But they said it was for my own good, that I needed to learn to be more independent.
Then, they slashed my food allowances, tightening the belt around my basic needs. When I asked for help with housing, they turned their backs, saying I needed to figure it out myself. It’s all part of their twisted version of helping—but what it really is, is abandonment disguised as tough love.
Now, they’re threatening legal action. Yes, legal action—against their own family member. If I so much as ask for help, they’re ready to fight me in court. They’ll claim I’m a burden, that I’m just trying to manipulate them, but I know what this really is. It’s an attempt to erase me, to push me out of their lives until I disappear completely.
Does this sound familiar? It should. It’s the same tactic that led to the tragic death of Kelly Thomas—a man abandoned by the very systems meant to protect him. Like Kelly, I’m being denied the resources I need to survive. I’m being pushed into a corner, left with nothing but fear, uncertainty, and the growing realization that this might end the same way.
I don’t want to die like Kelly Thomas. I don’t want to be another name on a list of people who fell through the cracks because their families decided they were too much to handle. But I’m scared. And I need help.
This isn’t tough love. It’s cruelty. And if you’re reading this, I’m begging you—please stop them. Please help me before it’s too late. This is not how we should treat our loved ones. No one should have to fight for their life against the very people who are supposed to care for them.
Is this really what love looks like? Because if it is, I don’t want any part of it.
by Dan and Bonkers
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