Despite ample rental opportunities in NYC, her main problem was just hinted at with one line in her ranting- still faithful to the larp, she is insisting she needs a place that is *accessible*, in multiple different ways.
She's really gunning for an Andy (who fake) Ditch scenario.
If she just shuts up and rents a different room, all her bullshit gets shown up. Even though apparently no one is buying it anyway. Apart from her, it seems like there's a genuine part of her that really really buys this shit.
No doubt because she does feel like utter and total shit now, from all her joints and muscles feeling the results of everything she's been doing to them. Plus a mix of her own belief that she will liderully DIE! and the potent mix of tumblr spoonie ideology that teaches it is fascist praxis to try, expend effort, or experience discomfort.
Checking her twitter was not the ideal way to learn the appallingly sad news that Johhhn Redcorn has been murdered in a homophobic attack. had a bpd pooner wife. Didn't think it was possible to further taint something so awful.
But yeah. Demanding something she can't have, in her mind, lures specialist services in assist her, thus getting her to the cherished position that Andy wanted, that of the bum wipe.
Coudl she be happy with the things he did get, but repeatedly fucked up for himself, by demanding toileting? Group homes with nurses? It's hard to know.
I think her parents, by virtue of keeping her on a little financial string, are keeping actual proper social services at bay. And Vicky (marshmallow test) not being able to decline immediate gibs, and put herself into actual poverty, means she can't really be at the mercy of the state and those sweet group homes.
That powerchair is probably kind of a golden handcuff on her. She'd be way more mobile and able to fling herself into the mercy of the hospitals if she wasn't tied down with such a big expensive albatross like that. It locks her into a very specific performance which also requires a specific set.
She knows it's at a level where full homelessness with it is improbable as a believable peice of theatre, but she can't give up the goods of performing that peice either.
RIP the person coming back to that room. The stink. It'll be a carpets up job. This girl has got athletes foot in her leg fat folds. The stench is gonna be bad.
Then there's gonna be the fact of her actually getting shifted. Who is going to come and pack for the girl who says she can't pick up a peice of litter that she just put down? Muh aides? They have been very hard to pin down of late.
