Skitzocow Chris Gillon / Autphag and Spergchan / Sophie Y’Israeli - Autistic North Koreaboo, Also a Man

[Autphag]

I'd assume there was no court order and they could not hold you in psych indefinitely against your will.

It was court ordered. A 52d assessment period which was able to be extended indefinitely into CTO and other types of holds. The court order expired and it was determined after 25 days that I was fit for public life.
Am I really just that clever that I can feign normal behaviour with ease? Are you telling me that I'm, in fact, not a liar, and people would be capable of beleiving I'm in pain (which, in all honesty, I can be, on and off) if I convinced them hard enough?

 

[Luminous Being]

It was court ordered. A 52d assessment period which was able to be extended indefinitely into CTO and other types of holds. The court order expired and it was determined after 25 days that I was fit for public life.
Am I really just that clever that I can feign normal behaviour with ease? Are you telling me that I'm, in fact, not a liar, and people would be capable of beleiving I'm in pain (which, in all honesty, I can be, on and off) if I convinced them hard enough?

I read from that that my explanation was right, great.

The maximum lengt for an Assessment Order is 28 days and the doctor not telling the court that you need to be sectioned indefinitely does not mean that you aren't addles in the head. It just means you're probably not going to immediately shank a fucker after leaving the hospital.

 

[Autphag]

Or to put this in a simpler turn-around of your explanation:
Scotland really is that degenerated, as far as Caucasoid societies go. William Pierce of National Alliance fame set an average IQ cut-off before collapse from first-world standards of civilization (note: this is above 'first-world society', which comparatively stupider populations can emulate; I'm talking about its fully fledged form in terms of scientific creativity and all) at about 95. Although there isn't much recent data on Scotland-specific IQ testing battery samples, I'd assume we're beneath it by now with all the council estate dysgenics having happened over the last 20 years.

 

[Luminous Being]

Or to put this in a simpler turn-around of your explanation:
Scotland really is that degenerated, as far as Caucasoid societies go. William Pierce of National Alliance fame set an average IQ cut-off before collapse from first-world standards of civilization (note: this is above 'first-world society', which comparatively stupider populations can emulate; I'm talking about its fully fledged form in terms of scientific creativity and all) at about 95. Although there isn't much recent data on Scotland-specific IQ testing battery samples, I'd assume we're beneath it by now with all the council estate dysgenics having happened over the last 20 years.

We had a thing going there, talking about something that was semi-interesting (to me) and you go ahead and post mental shit like that.

God damn it, I'm going to bed.

 

[Cuntster]

I'm not a liar, on this matter anyway. Occam's razor's application isn't for what you think it is, that's why German thinkers were eventually ousted for the philosophical hacks they always were.
It's why Neitzche has since long been outwitted by a duminutive Korean man.
Anyway, yes, doctors don't have to be that bright. The IQ floor isn't that high and a system with rich resource inputs that's so parasitic as the NHS, for primary healthcare things anyway, is fairly generous-ish.

Honestly, why do you feel the need to constantly lie about inconsequential things? Are you trying to create some kind of edgy persona for yourself? One look at any of your videos and it's abundantly clear you're just a sad little person who hates himself.​

 

[Autphag]

Honestly, why do you feel the need to constantly lie about inconsequential things? Are you trying to create some kind of edgy persona for yourself? One look at any of your videos and it's abundantly clear you're just a sad little person who hates himself.​

- A criticism of the race of negroids

I couldn't put it better myself except I very rarely lie

 

[Autphag]

N3groids*

 

[Begemot]

- A criticism of the race of caucasians

I couldn't put it better myself except I very rarely lie

You always lie.
You always manipulate.
You always hurt and damage those you come in contact with, you mewling self pitying manchild.
You will always come back here, like a dancing monkey that never learns.
You will never break this cycle of regret and neglect.

You will never create Aspergia.

 

[Autphag]

You always lie.
You almost manipulate.
You always hurt and damage those you come in contact with, you mewling self pitying manchild.
You will always come back here, like a dancing monkey that never learns.
You will never break this cycle of regret and neglect.

You will never create Aspergia.

I could do without this, you know. I'm paralysed by a disabling sense of anxiety nearly every day over the state's persecution: it is more manifold than the police although that is its most obvious manifestation at the local level, for at the higher echelons of bureaucratic smearing against me, the psychiatric "fraternity" (it is an honest joke that the courts had referred to them as this), the legal system, and now probably secret service and/or counterterrorism-departmentally related tapping, are involved at high intensity although, with respect to the foremost and lattermost, keep reticent about it. There has been a disturbing level of silence in leui of previous promises of involvement by them.

I have speculated a number of things: from the fact they don't need to interview me in order to create a caricature for the court fitting enough to portray my character in a light necessitating my imprisonment or call me 'uncooperative' (they just need to be uncooperative themselves and blame me, D.A.R.V.O. tacticry are all the system is good for anyway; it doesn't take a genius to pretend to mail something and then get one of their functionaries to steal the letter, etc., etc.), to the fact that what the court at their level might be suggesting as interventions, along with the CJSWD, are either unfeasible, unethical (hah, least likely, they don't have a moral fibre, but they might've taken leniency this once), or has created a discomfort in them in discordance with their own observations, which might have conflicted with pet-cherished psychiatric reports previously written about me when my real character was of complete disinterest to them (I'm thinking either one of Mel/Marr's or Haselgrove's legacies) yet sounded scathing enough as to be satisfactorily dangerous or dehumanizing, I'm at a loss over what to believe and I could go at length an entire newsprint-length editorial on what I think might be going on. They probably just lay there so that I end up publicizing thoughts abstruse enough to warrant incarceration for another 'assessment' (not that this works as a method in the political sanctioning of a contrived mental illness diagnosis, because I'm too anxious to express myself properly in such places, even to a degree that can be retooled). Who knows? I'm dead come October.

What can I tell the CJSW department when they finally come to review my progress with a completely distant psychiatrist? Are they really going to put it on good faith that a highly prepared psychiatric session ala. Haselgrove back in January wherein it was simply proselytized to me what I was and how I should be, that this constitutes treatment? If so, they will be hearing a barrage of words from me about how, far from this being the case, it is a perennial repetition of the state-sanctioned abuse perpetrated by the hands of organized socialized healthcare as some sort of eternal tainted-seed punishment affair, something the system at large deserves more to sustain.

I'm quite upset. Too exhausted to cry, but unbeleivably mournful on the inside, like nobody would or could honestly suspect. Or maybe that was the point.

 

[Begemot]

I could do without this, you know. I'm paralysed by a disabling sense of anxiety nearly every day over the state's persecution: it is more manifold than the police although that is its most obvious manifestation at the local level, for at the higher echelons of bureaucratic smearing against me, the psychiatric "fraternity" (it is an honest joke that the courts had referred to them as this), the legal system, and now probably secret service and/or counterterrorism-departmentally related tapping, are involved at high intensity although, with respect to the foremost and lattermost, keep reticent about it. There has been a disturbing level of silence in leui of previous promises of involvement by them.

I have speculated a number of things: from the fact they don't need to interview me in order to create a caricature for the court fitting enough to portray my character in a light necessitating my imprisonment or call me 'uncooperative' (they just need to be uncooperative themselves and blame me, D.A.R.V.O. tacticry are all the system is good for anyway; it doesn't take a genius to pretend to mail something and then get one of their functionaries to steal the letter, etc., etc.), to the fact that what the court at their level might be suggesting as interventions, along with the CJSWD, are either unfeasible, unethical (hah, least likely, they don't have a moral fibre, but they might've taken leniency this once), or has created a discomfort in them in discordance with their own observations, which might have conflicted with pet-cherished psychiatric reports previously written about me when my real character was of complete disinterest to them (I'm thinking either one of Mel/Marr's or Haselgrove's legacies) yet sounded scathing enough as to be satisfactorily dangerous or dehumanizing, I'm at a loss over what to believe and I could go at length an entire newsprint-length editorial on what I think might be going on. They probably just lay there so that I end up publicizing thoughts abstruse enough to warrant incarceration for another 'assessment' (not that this works as a method in the political sanctioning of a contrived mental illness diagnosis, because I'm too anxious to express myself properly in such places, even to a degree that can be retooled). Who knows? I'm dead come October.

What can I tell the CJSW department when they finally come to review my progress with a completely distant psychiatrist? Are they really going to put it on good faith that a highly prepared psychiatric session ala. Haselgrove back in January wherein it was simply proselytized to me what I was and how I should be, that this constitutes treatment? If so, they will be hearing a barrage of words from me about how, far from this being the case, it is a perennial repetition of the state-sanctioned abuse perpetrated by the hands of organized socialized healthcare as some sort of eternal tainted-seed punishment affair, something the system at large deserves more to sustain.

I'm quite upset. Too exhausted to cry, but unbeleivably mournful on the inside, like nobody would or could honestly suspect. Or maybe that was the point.

If you can do without this, then leave kiwifarms. As other people have noticed, this thread of yours is recursive. It doesn't help you. It just allows you to make grandiose claims to a skeptical and somewhat hostile audience.

Do what you want. If you stay here we will remind you of your failings. Delete your blogs with your ramblings and move to North Korea.

 

[Autphag]

And frankly I want dead right now.
What are Police Scotland waiting for? I'm of zero consequence, of the least sympathized 'protected group' (hahaa even I want to see most autists dead), and nobody would care if it happened and they could even cover it up with a rationalization ("he was uncooperative! he had imported weaponry from China, he was gonnae shoot uss!!"), just kill me, please. There's nothing to me or my future. I want relief from this perdition.

 

[LagoonaBlue]

Aut are you still physically ill and hacking your lungs up or...?

 

[Begemot]

And frankly I want dead right now.
What are Police Scotland waiting for? I'm of zero consequence, of the least sympathized 'protected group' (hahaa even I want to see most autists dead), and nobody would care if it happened and they could even cover it up with a rationalization ("he was uncooperative! he had imported weaponry from China, he was gonnae shoot uss!!"), just kill me, please. There's nothing to me or my future. I want relief from this perdition.

Get away from kiwifarms, then.

Stop alternating between grandiosity and abject misery.

Grit your teeth and submit to the system until you are self-sufficient. Fantasies about Aspergia do not help you, clearly.

 

[Keerakh]

Oh wow this is a new low. Its almost pitiable.
What the fuck makes you think the police are going to kill you? That anyone wants to kill you?
For fucks sake, if you think its going to make you feel better, leave and do something. Hell, go marching through the streets. Make pamphlets for aspergia. Gather a real following instead of a pack of treacherous, borderline homoerotic internet retards that you apparently want to deify. Either that or submit to the system. You might end up happier. Ether that or move to north korea.

 

[Loxiozzz]

And frankly I want dead right now.
What are Police Scotland waiting for? I'm of zero consequence, of the least sympathized 'protected group' (hahaa even I want to see most autists dead), and nobody would care if it happened and they could even cover it up with a rationalization ("he was uncooperative! he had imported weaponry from China, he was gonnae shoot uss!!"), just kill me, please. There's nothing to me or my future. I want relief from this perdition.

Get off the web and calm down. We can't help you.

http://www.chooselife.net/

 

[Autphag]

Aut are you still physically ill and hacking your lungs up or...?

I've recovered from my temporary chest infection fully, I regret to say.

Stop alternating between grandiosity and abject misery.

I do so on an average of every 1 hour, 20 minutes. This is the one component I do believe about my BPD diagnosis. Before even estrogen-tweaking, that was the case: low moods became hypomanic moods, became abysmally low moods, became awesomely manic moods; some of those had external stimuli, some were internally triggered without provocation. It would always toss in turn within a tolerance of about 40 minutes to 2 hours, if you were lucky; sometimes I'd be luckier still and have wholly emotionally consistent days, although these disappeared into adulthood; other times, as I matured, these would be so fast and even overlap on each other to become a whirlwind so intense as to leave me suicidal -- I wouldn't want to die per se, true, but for releif from my predicament it would seem necessary.

It's poorly treatable. Conventional mood-stablizers are either seen as harshly unnecessary, or even when applied, don't work to the effect they would other disorders. I've been on two antipsychotics with no effect than my complete emotional blunting, note that I refer to refined states; the raw ones were still there and they alone would be enough to overwhelm me, all it did was my capacity to feel higher things away, and that had made me more miserable.

One example of such a higher and enlightened notion was faith and reverence. Every time the sun emerges, I am assured of the immortality of Cde. David Chac's warmth, devotion, and ideological integrity; his teaches do emanate through it and it had drawn me to quasi-philistinism (it is hence partly the origin of the hypermale sigil).

Oh wow this is a new low. Its almost pitiable.
What the fuck makes you think the police are going to kill you? That anyone wants to kill you?
For fucks sake, if you think its going to make you feel better, leave and do something. Hell, go marching through the streets. Make pamphlets for aspergia. Gather a real following instead of a pack of treacherous, borderline homoerotic internet exceptional individuals that you apparently want to deify. Either that or submit to the system. You might end up happier. Ether that or move to north korea.

Our 'spergs are dumber than yours (i.e. the gulf between American and British ones) by leagues, they do, unfortunately, make me constitute a virtual elite, whereas I know I'm distinctly average by yours' standards and hence I wanted badly to move there for a while. It is hence why the NHS's employees are able to make frequently sniding remarks about me in hyperbolic caricature of 'how bad I really am', they seem to think I put myself on at my best when this is impossible due to performance anxiety.
They don't know anything of ideology, faith, enlightenment, wisdom, prognosticance, procession, etc., etc., etc.; they can barely operate a video-game controller, which their Dunning-Kruger effect makes them think they're awesome at and so they stay content with this for the rest of their lives. Add to this the ubiquitous neuroleptic drugging and any notion of a trainable 'sperg, especially in the notions I wish to inculcate into them, are done for.

 

[Begemot]

I've recovered from my temporary chest infection fully, I regret to say.

I do so on an average of every 1 hour, 20 minutes. This is the one component I do believe about my BPD diagnosis. Before even estrogen-tweaking, that was the case: low moods became hypomanic moods, became abysmally low moods, became awesomely manic moods; some of those had external stimuli, some were internally triggered without provocation. It would always toss in turn within a tolerance of about 40 minutes to 2 hours, if you were lucky; sometimes I'd be luckier still and have wholly emotionally consistent days, although these disappeared into adulthood; other times, as I matured, these would be so fast and even overlap on each other to become a whirlwind so intense as to leave me suicidal -- I wouldn't want to die per se, true, but for releif from my predicament it would seem necessary.

It's poorly treatable. Conventional mood-stablizers are either seen as harshly unnecessary, or even when applied, don't work to the effect they would other disorders. I've been on two antipsychotics with no effect than my complete emotional blunting, note that I refer to refined states; the raw ones were still there and they alone would be enough to overwhelm me, all it did was my capacity to feel higher things away, and that had made me more miserable.

One example of such a higher and enlightened notion was faith and reverence. Every time the sun emerges, I am assured of the immortality of Cde. David Chac's warmth, devotion, and ideological integrity; his teaches do emanate through it and it had drawn me to quasi-philistinism (it is hence partly the origin of the hypermale sigil).

Our 'spergs are dumber than yours (i.e. the gulf between American and British ones) by leagues, they do, unfortunately, make me constitute a virtual elite, whereas I know I'm distinctly average by yours' standards and hence I wanted badly to move there for a while. It is hence why the NHS's employees are able to make frequently sniding remarks about me in hyperbolic caricature of 'how bad I really am', they seem to think I put myself on at my best when this is impossible due to performance anxiety.
They don't know anything of ideology, faith, enlightenment, wisdom, prognosticance, procession, etc., etc., etc.; they can barely operate a video-game controller, which their Dunning-Kruger effect makes them think they're awesome at and so they stay content with this for the rest of their lives. Add to this the ubiquitous neuroleptic drugging and any notion of a trainable 'sperg, especially in the notions I wish to inculcate into them, are done for.

So you're aware you cycle through high and low emotions?

Try to evade the delusions of Aspergia. They do you no good. They create an alternate world we're you're in control as opposed to you actually taking control of your life.

 

[Autphag]

So you're aware you cycle through high and low emotions?

Try to evade the delusions of Aspergia. They do you no good. They create an alternate world we're you're in control as opposed to you actually taking control of your life.

B b but if you're an autist and you live here you're fucked.

 

[Keerakh]

B b but if you're an autist and you live here you're fucked.

Fucking nonsense you little twirp.

 

[Autphag]

Fucking nonsense you little twirp.

You live in Spergerica, you know nothing