CentipedeFarrier

The “fun” thing about the post-military is they are pretty good about keeping stats because they ask you nearly every time you interact with them. Most veterans, especially those at risk, do interact with the VA periodically.

Granted, it does require interacting with them.

But if you do, they relentlessly ask obnoxiously invasive questions. To the point that you don’t want to interact with them unless you have to.

Their “new” thing, at least in my area, is making you confirm your contact information every single fucking time you talk to them. Even in front of a group of people you don’t know. No fucks given. Have a VA identification card? Too bad, confirm your full name, address, and telephone. Don’t want to do that for some reason? You don’t get to see a doctor, even though you waited months for the appointment. (What happened when I tried to decline confirming in a busy waiting room because it was my fourth damn time doing so that month alone)

And then at least once a year they pester you with questions about wanting to commit suicide (not that it matters, I had to wait 6 fucking months after telling them I was suicidal to get -screened- for care… good thing it passed or I’d be a statistic) how much you drink (too much because you wont provide proper mental health…???) and whether you feel at risk of homelessness, not having enough food, etc.

Its gotta be this one. I’ve got three members of my family with registered clown personas, and they’d be happy as clams to be called bozo, but correct you to their actual stage name.

The same could be said for lemmy lately. Every other post is horny.

My dad too, same thing. Only out of bed for a few hours a day, not because he can’t, because he won’t. Except I think he’s still in his 70s… Borderline to hit 80s tho

Whenever I see this post, I think of this short story. I don’t see it linked here yet, so here ya go.

https://qntm.org/mmacevedo

(Wrong copy linked, updated)