Oh man… NOW I get it… chicken talk… fowl language… 
I hate to say… when I wasn’t doing so well… Yes… I was not a nice person. My parents would walk away when I started the cussing. If I wanted help… fine… but if I started cussing… that ended it right there. When they would visit me in hospital… if I started cussing… they would merely leave… then I was all alone again.