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A douche bag called Richard Bodsworth (although calling himself Richard James on Apple) had a page for crowdfunding a short film in Edinburgh, on a site named Indiegogo, that is similar to Kickstarter. You basically get "perks" if you donate money, but it lacks consumer protection. He had a bit on the perk page for his film Glitch saying if you pay £200, you get to be an extra. Well, paying that amount of cash just to be an extra seemed like a gamble, but I'm not really the type to put accusations over artistic quality. If it meant I got a bit of screen-time, hell, why not? However, the film was shot between August and September...without me!
For some reason, he shot his film without filling me into anything at all, and after much excuses and deliberation from this tit, I had to ask for a refund, which he gladly granted. I'm not sure if some things I admitted to in my initial emails put him off. The dude was clearly lying after so long, as there was loads of tweets about it being in post-production with the crew celebrating, and stuff, yet he insisted there was editing trouble and then he made other excuses. When he realized I knew he was fobbing me off, he claimed he had a 'scene written for me' (likely more of his bullshit), and that he would cut it out over my accusations, but these were founded accusations, and all he did was try to guilt-trip me. He changed the entry on IMDb.com for the film from completed back to post-production, and claims he never knew who edited that page anyway, but it's his film, and there wasn't that many crew working on it either. He also claims my £200 was originally submitted just as a donation (like, WTF?) and that it was a "generous" offer, and so he switched it to a perk.
Right...
It's lying jerks like him that dishearten me. I'm trying very hard to get roles in movies, despite having mild autism and anxiety holding me back, and the last thing I should be doing is letting strangers know about my problems with my old support workers. I've not had decent support in a long time anyhow, due to a court ordeal where I was accused of X, Y and Z, just for having feelings for my key worker. The workers I have had since losing that long term service were either useless, or I suspect social services were using them as their stool pigeons for this guy who was supervising me. They even sent me a guy from a nursing home, and he was just a total moron. Now I'm due to move into a new flat soon. They are suddenly being all nice and offering me limited support, but I believe it's because they want to go probing into my business (as I'd be living there alone, and they surely don't like that idea, giving my history). Even the police think I should be getting support, but I don't trust social workers at all.
Four siblings just died in an arson attack that could have been prevented had social services not been morons when their mother requested to move away, and my sister's ex partner recently committed suicide after being hounded by them for years. So why trust people like that? Plus, I even offered to pay for my own support a while back, without a social worker calling the shots, but they were having none of that, because they obviously want a higher power keeping an eye on things. The last 2 or so years has been a write-off in the acting department due to getting slandered and being unable to go to shoots by myself. Other than a few bit parts in feature films, and a web series nobody cares about, nothing has really went well for me. 2018 will probably be a pile of crap like any other year.
I've also been well warned not to trust support workers either, as many of them are idiots just doing a lousy job to pay their bills. The whole point of me getting my own flat (non supported) is to get away from all these jerks that have screwed up my life. My anxiety is pretty bad now, too. I've not really got much confidence any more, but if I take my sister to the shooting locations for films, she immediately starts blabbing a pile of personal stories about a custody case to do with her kids.