So I'm a rita arded piece of shit who always needed a "social worker," or "helper" checking in on me and checking out. Recently, I've been assigned this guy who just shows up to take the piss. He pisses me off. A little rat-faced bastard who laughs at everything I say. I've avoided him on several occasions, he told a family member condescendingly that I don't "understand." Understand what, dickhead? I'd be talking, then he'd burst into laughter. He made me feel insecure. I keep philosophy books in every room, most of which I've never read, but I index inspiration 4 writing various songs & poems that I'm insecure of. I'm not talented, I don't have the money to put myself out there- that I know, it's never just "ADHD." He checked through a book, Emil Cioran's Tears and Saints, without me even telling him he's free to fuck around with my things. Fucking asshole laughed again. I felt insecure and self-deprecated, as though he knows more than me. Haven't touched the book since, embarrassed.