My Life In Hell

Why anyone would allow people who are mentally defective to peer advocate for people who are in need of services I'll never understand it's ludicrous; they don't do anything and the people who need help the most are the least likely to get it. I go to Baltic Street AEH, Inc. for help Mark Hersenson is supposed to know of a place that has computer training, but he has a convenient memory lapse, can't remember. Maybe it's because of all the happy pills he and the rest of those mental cases, oh excuse me "mental health consumers" that's what they prefer to be called- take. They are zoned out of their sculls on happy pills, sitting on their butts like zombies, Anthony Sgarlato in his office at his computer watching child porn. They give you a blank,vacant,empty stare whenever you try and talk to them; scarfing down all kinds off junky snacks never offering anything to anyone regardless of whether or not it's wanted. The one day they aren't open for business is Friday, who knows what really goes on behind closed doors; it's supposed to be about budget meetings, but anything could be going on. Carla when she worked there before being transfered took intake ( information about the client); gave me a diagnosis of something I wasn't suffering from, and told me it was so they could get more funding. I didn't and don't suffer rom the diagnosis of clinical depression. So she and the rest of those mental midgits are cheating the system and the tax payers. They're always skirting and evading the truth, when you ask them a direct question. They walk around in a fog and unless you are directy in their path don't see you. Once they find out what you want they don't acknowledge your existence, it's as though you don't exist. To be continued.