“The case workers blamed me for not getting along, but it’s working in the crisis center with people who aren’t convicts.”
This simple line speaks volumes about my experience with Telecare. A place meant to help has instead turned into a breeding ground for hostility and disrespect. When you're housed with convicts and meth addicts, but not getting along is somehow your fault—how does that make any sense?
Telecare's handling of my situation has been disastrous. My art series, valued at over $100 per piece, was abandoned at Brenda’s room and board, likely never to be recovered. Along with several of my books and even my housing letter, these personal possessions are gone. "This is just another example of how you and Miguel have disrespected my rights and property."
Is this how a mental health system should treat people? No care, no concern for personal property, only neglect. What little respect I had for Telecare has eroded, leaving me with one conclusion: "I will be discharging Telecare and your crooked contract soon."
All of this will be documented. My experiences, my struggles, my rights trampled upon. These injustices will be laid bare in "Tales of Telecare," a documentary I’m submitting to the Sunset Film Festival. Maybe Manny and Miguel can find a lawyer to sue me for it, but good luck with that. I’ll have more than enough to countersue if it comes to that.
"You are toxic and no longer welcome in my life. Goodbye, you pathetic jerk!"
I had to make it clear—I'm done with this cycle of disrespect. Manny, Miguel, Telecare, all of them have failed me. And as I demand the return of my property from Brenda’s room and board, it’s clear that returning isn’t an option. Brenda doesn’t want me there, and it would be dangerous for me to show up anyway. Convicts and meth addicts in the same housing? It’s like walking into a war zone.
"Respect is a commonly abused and misused word in this day and age and does not mean what it used to."
For a long time, I believed respect was earned through decency and mutual understanding. But what I’ve seen here has shattered that belief. Respect now feels like an outdated concept, tossed around carelessly by people who don’t deserve it.
And yet, in spite of everything—*"the homelessness, the brokenness, the disregarded cries for help"—*something has kept me alive against myself. A strength greater than my own, something or someone that keeps me going.
Manny, I hope one day you reflect on your role in all this. "Think about it, Manny, and stop being such a brutal hypocrite!"
by Dan and Bonkers
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