The idea of support in regards to mental illness is a joke.
“Who are your supports dear?”
“There’s the woman I pay every week to listen to my crap.”
“What about your family?”
“They like it when I pretend I’m happy.”
“Do you have some friends?”
“There’s this girl. She lives in Connecticut and we are considering having cyber children. I spend most of my time alone on the Internet.”
yeah. we are going to have cyber children… they are going to be awesome.