Chapter Three: When 'Fuck You' Should Be Used – Without Apology

I didn’t start with anger.

I started with shock.

A fire in my living room.
Smoke. Flames. Burned hands. My Segway battery exploded and nearly took my home with it.

But I survived. So I gathered myself. I filed a claim. I submitted photos, receipts, reports—everything they asked for.

Because I still believed the system would work.

I thought “being reasonable” would be enough.

It wasn’t.

They say “tone matters.”
But let me tell you what their tone looked like:

• Four months of silence.
• “Send us that again” — six times.
• “We’re reviewing your file.” (They weren’t.)
• “We care about your safety.” (They didn’t.)

And when I finally got upset?
When I dared to speak like a human with rage in my voice?

They closed my case.

Because apparently…

Lying is professional.
Ghosting is professional.
Gaslighting a disabled woman in pain? Professional.

But calling them out?

That’s unacceptable behavior.

Let’s talk about that double—and sometimes triple—whammy.

I’m disabled. I’m a woman. And I was vulnerable.

And the more you check those boxes?

The easier it is to dismiss you.

Because the system isn’t broken.
It’s built this way.

To wear you down.
To run out the clock.
To make you explode—so they can call you the liability.

This isn’t new. It’s ancient.
From burned witches to hysterical housewives—our history is a manual on silencing women who dare to scream when hurt.

Today’s version just has a different logo.
A claims adjuster.
A call center.
A billion-dollar company that hands off responsibility to a nameless third party trained to delay, deny, and destroy.

“Action speaks louder than words,” they say.
And yet, months of corporate negligence and psychological warfare are called “good service”—while one moment of justified rage is called “unacceptable.”

This is not about professionalism.
It’s about power.

You’re expected to suffer in silence.
To stay polite.
To wait and be grateful for the scraps.

But when you finally say:

“Fuck you.”

That’s when they clutch their pearls and call in “compliance.”

Let me be clear:

Saying “Fuck you” is not a failure of decorum.
It’s a refusal to be dehumanized.

It’s not a tantrum.
It’s a boundary.
It’s what happens when you’ve done everything right and been punished anyway.

To the agents who deflect, delay, and disappear:
To the companies who outsource cruelty:
To the regulators who yawn while citizens burn:

Fuck. You.

And to everyone reading this—especially those who’ve been patronized, ghosted, or gaslit—you are not the problem.

You were just too polite for too long.

Sometimes dignity begins where politeness ends.
And if that offends them?

Good.

That means they finally heard you.

📌 Chapter 1: How Amazon and Sedgwick Gaslit Me After a Fire
📌 Chapter 2: “Caring Counts” — Until You Need It
📌 Chapter 3: When 'Fuck You' Should Be Used – Without Apology
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