“I don’t know why I’m such a mess. My family wasn’t poor, in fact we wanted for nothing and had back-up wealth in the wings just in case. My parents didn’t beat me. In fact, they let us do pretty much whatever we wanted.”
“Did either of your parents have addiction issues?”
“No way. My dad stayed up till 6AM drinking whiskey every night of the week, sometimes while doing an internet show, but that was his job. He was a YouTuber. He drank a lot so he could provide for us. If we hadn’t needed $3,300 a month in snacks, he wouldn’t have had to. So no, Papa Rackets didn’t have a drinking problem. He could have stopped whenever he wanted.”
“Let me guess: He just didn’t want to?”
“Exactly! He approached it in a very health-conscious way, as he always taught us that being fat was the worst possible outcome in life. So he always made sure alcohol was part of a balanced diet: 600 calories a day in nutritious food like Snickers, Doritos and ramen, the rest in whiskey. He got down to under 170 pounds at over six feet tall!”
“Did he struggle with depression?”
“Yeah but only because of a retarded defamation suit, incel prudes, uptight Scandinavians and the weather. As he told his audience, it was all totally out of his control.”
“Did he ever tell YOU that?”
“We didn’t talk much.”
“Did he spend any time with you?”
“Oh yeah. He drove me to my 7:15AM activity every morning for a year.”
“What were those car conversations like?”
“Dad didn’t have a whole lot to say. He’d often been working on YouTube all night and only had a brief nap before we had to leave the house. I know that this and other parental responsibilities made his life extremely difficult.”
“What makes you think that?”
“The fact that he said it repeatedly to me, my siblings, our mother and the internet. But doc, enough about my father. Why do I feel like I am unlovable, don’t matter to anyone and never will? We know it wasn’t my childhood so it must just be the truth.”