I got a "care concern" from my school. Apparently there may have been multiple. Anonymous reporting system, I don't know how that's supposed to not make you feel paranoid. Apparently the primary concern wasn't how I'm failing everything, like I thought it was, and like I thought I'd have to self-flagellate over and explain to the care team rep. And I was dreadfully afraid they'd bring up the S-word (they didn't, thankfully).
It was about hygiene. Fucking embarrassing, but also funny because it wasn't about my internal reality and the things I've been worrying about at all. It was about me apparently being too fucking weird to exist and being an eyesore because of my psoriasis (covers most of my body). I had to explain it was a medical condition.
My hygiene isn't good, so the complaint was still valid overall. But it occurred to me later that it might've been about my skin so I asked and they said yes. I had to go on about how it wasn't contagious, etc, but to even find out that that was what it was about I had to pry. If it was faculty they could've just fucking asked me "is this skin problem contagious" and I would've said no and given them documentation. Instead of this backdoor shit.
What the actual fuck. I didn't realize I was such a god damn alien because of things I can't control. I hate it here so much, I feel hedged out by every single factor.
I just wanna live in a cabin in the woods or some shit why is everything so hard.
Honestly such a literal fucking translation of "skin deep" in action.