If post a medical bill with my name blacked out, it’s forged.
If I post a family photo, it’s fake. (I guess the photo I posted last Passover was fake, too?)
If I gave my work email address (hello, a school), it’s stupid.
If I give my real name, it’s also stupid.
If I do __________, no one would believe me anyway. Dopers could come in here and say, “I actually took her to the clinic” and you would call me a liar or find something else. I could take a snapshot of a medical record diagnosing me as epileptic and you wouldn’t believe me. I could take a snapshot of my bank account and it would be still a lie. I could post a picture of me at PP today with a “FUCK YOU, DOPERS!” sign and then it would be something else. It doesn’t matter.
Nothing in this thread is about wanting to know the truth. It’s just a roast. That’s why I wasn’t participating. If anyone sincerely had concerns, they’d just PM me and ask. And that’s fine. But since no one here, including the ones pretending to give a shit in the other thread, has done so, this thread is clearly for your enjoyment.
I know it feels really nice to be a big internet badass, but it’s not flattering. I don’t care what you think about me, but if you are going to call me a liar, maybe you all should do your homework. I don’t give conflicting info. The date of my last period was Dec. 18. Not everyone ovulates the same. Any adult female knows that. People get an earned income tax credit for working with a child, hence a large ‘return’ (which I’ve called a nice gift, thanks government) for a person who made just under $10k. A fucking counselor does not prescribe meds. Use your Google if you don’t know those things. And people who have developed long relationships with a psychotherapist/MD tend to want to go back to that person because there’s a history, even if it does run $250.
Finally, quit with the con artist shit. I have never received a penny from a Doper, but I’ve given it when I had it. I’m obviously a very sensitive person and maybe I shouldn’t be generous sometimes, but I have a great deal of empathy for people – especially those with families.
Maybe it feels nice to make fun of people who have mental health issues. Maybe it makes you feel good to put down someone’s parenting. Maybe it’s nice to say, “I hope her kid gets taken away”. For what? What did I do to you? Really? There’s a real live person on the other end of your computer. I may not participate, but I’m not blind, and that’s why this thread has gone on so long.
Well, you finally got a response. The Dope is supposed to be full of well-educated folk that act a shade better than high schoolers. I’m 26. I own up to my issues. I’m fucked up and sad all the time. But how old are some of you? Ten?
And that’s pretty much my .02. Continue as needed.