WANTED: UNCLASSIFIABLE CITIZEN

(last seen with dignity still intact)

Subject Description:

• Survivor of family abuse, institutional neglect, and four government agencies that tossed him around like a padel ball.

• Diagnosed by the system as a “problem.” Self-diagnosed as “a lucid human being with too much awareness for this Excel sheet.”

• Has spent more time in waiting rooms than in a room of his own.

• Crime: surviving—and worse—retelling it with syntax and receipts.

Prior Offenses:

• Reported actual violence and didn’t get a standing ovation.

• Asked too many questions at the psychiatrist’s office.

• Demanded answers with narrative structure.

• Wrote reports that made social workers break into a cold sweat.

• Occasionally laughs while talking about trauma, which makes him a threat to any civil servant without empathy.

Risk Assessment for the Administration:

• Speaks fluent clarity when demanding rights.

• Severely allergic to “there’s no record of that.”

• Immune to “that’s not my department.”

• Capable of turning a referral into a noir novel.

• Has more backups than City Hall has contingency plans.

Official Notice from the Author:

If anyone happens to locate a stable housing solution, a psychiatrist who doesn’t quote fortune cookies, or a lawyer who doesn’t start every sentence with “oof, this is tricky”…
please contact poetic justice immediately.

This is not a joke poster.
It’s a mirror the system cannot look into without blinking.

To be unclassifiable in a world obsessed with boxes is already a form of resistance.
To laugh at your trauma and archive your survival with elegance?
That's dangerous. Because it means you're still thinking. Still feeling.
Still writing back.

The unclassifiable citizen is not an error.
He is the correction the system refuses to read.