I reflect a lot on the mental consequences of being isolated for so long. I'm used to the violence of the state and exclusion from society, but this isolation is definitely the greatest torture I've ever experienced.

She's a caregiver who cares about me but spends money every week to go see her boyfriend. She's a caregiver who for a long time didn't believe me when I told her about long COVID.

While all this is happening, I have to be constantly talking to my mother because she's a caregiver who doesn't want to be a caregiver. She's a forced caregiver who doesn't take what I say seriously, and I have to repeat it to her many times because she doesn't write it down.

Here, we also add that there are people who have other types of disabilities and accessibility issues that prevent them from being able to call me.

I've been through some very difficult times in my life, but I've had company. This is the hardest time I've ever been through in my entire life, and ableism and capitalism make that company even less so.

Added to this is my Crohn's disease, which was also being neglected by doctors, and since they didn't want to treat me or listen to me, I've lost 15 kilos.