Oh my God. These insufferable twits. As it happens, due to the nature of my work, I spoke to several of each category just yesterday, and they're fucking annoying. Genuine, dyed-in-the-wool street drug users are manipulative and whiny as fuck. Genuinely suicidal people are mopey, maladjusted, and often kind of pathetic (the one I did a check on was upset that his girlfriend didn't want to work things out after he got arrested for armed robbery).
"Neurodiverse"? They wouldn't know true mental illness if it ran them over with a blinged-out Sherman tank. These trendy little fuckers have no idea. I recently changed the stump dressing on a Muslim man who could not stop himself from pointing his index finger upward, and so in order to not offend Allah, he bit his own finger off. Then I dealt with a girl who is so deep into psychosis she is convinced she's bleeding from her penis and would not tolerate assessment due to believing she will be sodomized by her father again if she takes off her pants.
Vicky wouldn't last 5 minutes. The only people I believe she actually does speak to on a regular basis are whores and queers, and that's because every lefty these days is one or both. But internet whores and the type of street whore they seem to idolize are totally different beasts, and they likely wouldn't do well speaking to them, either.
