I know how difficult it is to recognize your mental illness as you are currently smearing it all over your face, but I want to explain to you how some things work outside of your animeretardbox, young lady.
If you act like a retard and then call attention to it, people will pay attention to it and then mock you. This is a fundamental truth of the human experience and always will be. When you react to this mocking and try to project your failings onto others or blame them for the retarded actions you decided to act on, it acts as a multiplicative factor for the mocking you are receiving and makes them double down. This is where your intelligence and self preservation instinct should have kicked in, but alas, God has saw fit to deprive you of these things. The correct response is to walk away and accept that maybe you should not have done/said the things that made it clear to everyone you're not playing with a full deck, and so now everyone knows you are retarded and easy to provoke, you have become a resource to people that take pleasure in agitating retards, and the only one who can break that cycle is you. People are shitty - I can't argue against that, but you made yourself a perfect little target and so people will keep lining up to take shots at you, and the longer you do it the worse it gets. See: Patrick Tomlinson.
In a fair world, your parents would have recognized how broken you are and restricted your access to the Internet so heavily that beyond googling answers for homework you would have never found how to pirate anime or access grooming discords. They would have dragged your meticulously clean and parasite free ass to each and every therapy session and made sure you were taking your medication. That, young lady, is what true parental love looks like: shouldering the burden of the broken human you produced, and doing everything you can to ensure their ability to survive because one day this child you created will have to fend for herself.
Again, God saw fit to deprive you of worthy parents, a truly heartbreaking but all too common scenario, and now look what your life is. Screaming insanity at people that taunt you because you are insane, and a board of well meaning people that desperately hope you either recognize your inability to self direct care, or you get institutionalized. In response to one of the sources of good intention in your life, you call them stalkers and whatever else comes to mind because they had the glaring audacity to notice your stupidity and find all the publicly available details of your shitty little life that you or your parents uploaded to the Internet (therefore making them not stalkers, just autistic in their fervor to find your shit). Hope shitting and pissing yourself as you smash your dishes in your bathtub because who needs to shower works out