It was three months ago my sister told me that my father had tasked her with getting me medical insurance, because he saw places where I am failing.
I said that would be fine, but that I was resigned to my fate of decay into squalor.
A quarter of a year later, and my choice to be resigned is again proven correct. I live between the cracks.
My father did the “well, they are an intense, weird asshole” thing again on the phone with my sister tonight, saying that I was noting her rejection of an idea, but that I could be dismissed because I am just, well, weird, intense and stupid.
He sees it as a way to bond with others over just how hard it is to be around me. I am other, and “we” all have to tolerate that.