megan

> They’re supposed to be my support workers — the ones who check on me, help me with stuff, and make sure I’m okay. But half the time they’re a big pain in the fucking ass. They barge into my room without asking, treat me like I’m fucking 2 instead of 19, and act like I can’t handle my own shit. They check on me constantly even when I’m fine, like I’m not allowed privacy in my own space. Instead of actually using their fucking brains, they hover and nag and it drives me mad.