Post by Måns Näsman

Today is Swedish Midsummer Eve. I will NOT be eating herring or strawberries. I will NOT be meeting a single person I knew before. I am a member of @RSMH, the National Association for Social and Mental Health. Many within RSMH are involuntarily lonely. LinkedIn is the loneliest place on earth. I have 5,000+ connections, yet zero people like my posts, and zero people comment on them. I am being 100% openly ostracized by all of my contacts on LinkedIn. If I send them a DM, they do not respond. I am 100% involuntarily lonely. I do NOT have mental health issues. However, I have been locked up in Swedish psychiatric care for 1% of my life. I was forcibly medicated. They tried to force electroconvulsive therapy on my brain, but I refused and escaped by the skin of my teeth. It is not I who am ill. It is the psychiatric system that is ill. It is Sweden that is ill. I ended up in psychiatry because I became afraid when people threatened and hated me. Much like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Why are people afraid to even like my LinkedIn posts? That is how ostracism works in today’s world. It is not just Sweden that is ill; the entire world is ill—from my perspective. But it is not just that. Over the years, I have been increasingly ostracized. Apparently, people sort through and weed out people like me. It is like a flower box: people pull out the weak plants so that the beautiful ones can grow strong. That is how it is in the world. I was weeded out. I have not done worse things than other people have. There are rumors about me claiming I have done one thing or another. There are people out there who hate me. There are certainly people who, sometime every single day, deliberately fight to ensure things go poorly for me and others like me. They make sure we do not grow as individuals. I have a log of evidence and a police report. There are extremists who do not just oppose us; they go so far as to actively harm us, to weed us out even faster than mere social ostracism does. That is why I call Sweden and the world sick! Because in my Sweden, one would never accept that someone’s LinkedIn posts receive zero likes. One would have clicked ‘like,’ commented, and offered support. In my Sweden, no one would be sitting alone on Midsummer’s Eve. My family, of course, invites me to parties, but I know they do it because they feel sorry for me, so I do not go. And, of course, I visit my father at his nursing home, but it makes neither him nor me happy to be reminded of how ostracized I am from society. What does my brother say when he hears that I am being threatened and hated? He says, "Let them try a different medication on you!" It is sick! He says I am an egoist. He says I am involved in an unrealistic project about saving the world, and he does not support that. My sister says, "Don't send any more emails!" In my Sweden, it should take a maximum of 200 milliseconds to reach friends and family. Then, you sort everything out together.