I had a mental problem growing up. When I turned 22 they told me I had schizophrenia, they being 4 separate psychiatrists. I never once believed them, and they put me through absolute hell for it. For anyone who is not aware of the violations to human rights down under the name of mental health treatment in North America, it makes the misandry on this continent absolutely pale in comparison. I will spare you the details because it's a cultural phenomenon. Suffice it to say, I knew then, as I do now, that in every culture on earth people have schizophrenic crack ups, and the proper treatment is for the society to embrace them with acceptance and beyond anything else give them space to express themselves, which most of the time they probably won't want to do as it's a very personal experience, but in essence to just let them be as they are. It is a process of integrating spiritual revelations into your day to day life, and every hallucination and voice you might hear is a guide leaving you clues and hints of what you need to discover within yourself to complete that integration. In all honesty, it was fucking awesome. It was so much fun, it was like a constant adventure with endless positive implications, and it expanded my mind and enlivened my attitude and personality. It became hell when people got involved, and they got very involved. Long story short, I got out of the system, and like always happens when there is adequate respect and space to heal, I healed and live completely drug and delusion/hallucination free (besides common delusions wrought purely by stupidity and ignorance).

Going through that journey I inevitably came across women. Now the men were bad enough, my family was bad enough, but the women were of a totally different calliber. Being blue pill at the time I would tell people about my diagnosis, often hoping women would give me compassion and help me sort stuff out like the do in the fantasy culture I was raised upon. They would not speak to me. It's hard to express the way I was treated by girls who knew I got diagnosed, because there was literally NO verbal communication. Their body language, the looks in their eyes, completely communicated that they thought I would rape them and their friends and kill them. I was just put there in that lowest of the low absolute human scum category.

Now that it's over, and I've healed myself, I don't hate women. I really don't, but I just don't want them. If I meet a girl and she puts up the slightest pretension of being superior, the slightest disrespect, I instinctively on a dime stop giving a fuck about her in every way imaginable. It's done through trauma, it's completely defensive, and I am completely intolerable of female bullshit. It was hard enough, and still is, reconciling my friends and family and all the men who I felt should have stepped the fuck up and saved me from that life destroying mental health system, but the women not only absolutely crushed my blue pill dreams when I thought they would be a last oasis of human comfort and compassion, they treated me like a monster.

MGTOW is in my bones now, I couldn't stop this if I desperately wanted to, and I'm really glad. The problem is I haven't been in a relationship or been intimate (except with hookers) in a long time, and my intolerance of their feminist feigned superiority makes me lose all interest in having the least modicum of human interaction with them. But I want to get laid.