rants: what faith? no god for the sick!
My son might need much more than we can provide for him — especially safety and self-control. Living in a state like NY, courts can decide the fate of seriously ill individuals without prior consent from the individual or his/her kin and/or caretakers.
So pathetic tears of a forty-something don’t mean anything. I live with the constant fear that some dime-a-dozen nobody will knock on my door with a court order to take my boy away to some hospital where he’d be treated like lab rat, drugged out his mind and mistreated (under full consent of the law) while my little boys cries himself asleep — if not suicide in all.
I can’t bear the idea of letting some dime-a-dozen assholes deciding for his live or death.
In all, I’m a broken man, beaten man no longer afraid of the court system, but cashless to get a descent lawyer (close to $10,000 to hold the government by the balls).