Caged.

Pestered. Stalked. Examinamed. Held down and violated. The life of Poultry.

Call for help, talk it out, hang up and sleep. Wake up to a crowd telling you how you feel, you're not okay, you're lying, you're coming with us. Leaving more frightened than before you asked for help.

The treatment of farm animals and the quality of life we give them before the most humane slaughter we can possibly offer- is a big debate. But it's important, they're living beings and should be given a good life even if it eventually ends on the food chain.

And yet.
We still abuse our own so blindly.

Homeless veterans, abuse in mental hospitals, escalation and entrapment.

See this isn't about poultry but actually about patients. Mental health patients, willingly calling for help, or being helped before it's too late, are often rattled around, ostracized and outcasted regardless.

Why would anyone reach out after hearing such horrific ordeals? I'm disgusted of how my friend was recently treated.

Help is out there, Samaritans is one I would recommend. Don't worry, it's not from personal experience, I'm fine. But I've helped so many people at rock bottom now that I'm A: Losing count. And B: Not an 'expert' medically, professionally or through qualification- but just as good as you'll get on a personal level.

I'm twenty two and I've been helping people out of bad habits like alcoholism, sewerslidial ideation and self mutilation since I was fourteen. I definitely have some tales to tell. I'm also happy to say that I'm yet to lose anyone.

That's a big weight to carry since I was fourteen, it wasn't a conscious decision. It happened, a friend needed me with bleeding arms, crying eyes and I was there. That was it. Yes round two and beyond were a conscious effort as my experience grows and tactics expand. You learn to figure out what works and what doesn't.

I wouldn't change it for the world. Do I wish my friends weren't ever in pain? Of course. Do I wish those that are currently suffering or working it out, could be free of it in a snap? Absolutely. But what I wouldn't change is me being the anchor that keeps people steady in place. And if nothing else, you know where to go to pull them out the water if they sink.

Do better. People always post mental health awareness on Facebook, but the upkeep of help for their loved ones is often lukewarm. You have to be hot on it before it's too late, once a body's cold- That's it.

I love my friends, those that struggle to float, those that have capsized before and those that sail onwards into a happy sunset. You're going to be okay.

And if you made it through all that bramble. Give them a hug, they need it.

As an autistic twenty two male, with many friends whom have their struggles, and a boyfriend with some too. I know we can get through it but team work is crucial.

You are loved, you matter, stay alive.