Sylvanna Devlin

Just yesterday the harassment and bullying lead to an intense blood pressure spike and Doctors orders were to hive off to urgent care.

It wasn’t ER worthy but I needed to be checked out before it was

She has to be cautious however and I tend not to be. That’s part of me and does not warrant attempts to “correct me”

I was overwhelmed because I was so tired I needed sleep before I could navigate getting there.

So I opted on a nap instead.

As I was waking, half of Oregon started harassing me. Calling me a stupid bitch, and a child. Because apparently they had started insisting I go while I was sleeping.

They were so obnoxious, so rude, so wrong, and so invasive I couldn’t face being around another person at all.

I ended up becoming furious and loud and that puts my housing in jeopardy because my neighbor doesn’t know the difference between protecting and shouting.

That’s after spending at least sixteen hours with several people’s micromanaging, micro-criticism, and micro-commenting directed at me – and the assholes who blame me because they think I need to be told how to do every day when really my PTSD began to spike.

That level of that behavior, and that many people doing so, gave me nerve pain. Of course my blood pressure would spike. I was in intense pain!

You shouldn’t know what’s going on with me and it’s none of your fucking business. You are not helping you are abusing and your name calling and insults make it worse

Learn your place.

Respect my boundaries.

Attend to yourself not me.

Because you caused the situation and then you bitched so much the pain emulated a heart attack.

You will end up killing me if you don’t keep your nastiness to yourself. You might think that being a bullying arsehole and concern policing is being nice but it’s anything but.

I am a fucking adult. Some individuals do know when I need help remembering something but not most of the women out there. And for fuck sake learn to take no for an answer.

Consent matters for everyone, doesn’t it?

I am 47, Bipolar, with fibromyalgia and several neurological differences like ADHD and dyslexia. I’ve been treated for mental illness for 22 years. I have missed medication all of once when homeless and went to a walk-in clinic because I was desperate never to have that happen again.

I know mental health like it’s water. I know the therapy techniques. I know the stages of depression. And micromanaging is not encouraging and not welcome.

I’m fucking smart as anything and learn for fun. Do not harass me because I don’t learn the same way, and my writing has minor typos (some caused by autocorrect)

I am a dyslexic writer and I’m good.

Leave me alone.