Happy 2023 – So Pissed Off

I start the new year, just feeling pissed that the developmentally delayed population has officially been politicized against my group not necessary republicans vs. democrats, but old ladies that want their kids to remain kids. I am drafting the reposting of 2012 era An Alleged Autistic scribes and the things i had thought then, I couldn’t imagine would happen today.

Me and my group are institutionalized, but it’s covered up in community environments without a brick and mortar facility. I’ve talked about the day program problems, and recovering from the abuse from narcissists in the environment in 2019, 2015-16, and the school district environments, but it didn’t take till the pandemic to realize this was a reoccurring trend and how really bad the recovery is probably going to go away by 2027. and we lost a few years… sorry to say.

But my hatred in life is real, raw and worse than anything I had previously written about. Because it impacts me, and I feel personally worthless that it only took less than 5 years to destroy a system that worked, to something the experts thought would be better, and now I am facing enemies that of course they’ll point the finger at your’s truly and those people will never take any responsibility for their inactions in a state that tells you to pull yourself by the bootstraps.

Since The Twitter Files and The Facebook Files is a-thing, a project for Spring 2023, is The Bureau of Developmental Services Files. I will share redacted emails of paper trails I left on my end in a very complex relations with the highest power of adult services while they had comingled with the annual family conference. While speaking as someone with a disability to these people who coincidentally knew my case; the boundaries were so blurry, that even I was gaslit by these people who still work for the agency. Since those emails are on archived servers, it will take time for me to recover and then share them, but in short when crap hit the fan in the spring of 2016 with me, there was a lot of things they were looking at to the point where people asked why was the concerns against me not addressed?

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Hide Under a Baseplate?

A baseplate is typically a bottom foundation piece for a Lego structure.

I want to hide underneath that foundation at this point.

In the last few years, social conservatism has doubled year over year. For instance, in 2021, I started to see more online content on masculinity, in 2022, the toxic types like Kevin Samuels and Andrew Tate came out of the woodwork. By the end of the year, /r/tradfem blew up from the bottom, really strange people like JustPearlyThings has had a large following and “RealFemSapin” has gotten alot of hard right social conservatives to come out of the bunker to dismiss a vast majority of people they don’t tolerate.

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Men Scare Me…Part Eight

2022 was a cringy year for masculinity. In less than a year, a man I never heard of, was detained and arrested at the end of the year for child trafficking.

This man is Andrew Tate and his brother Tristian.

For those who are not familiar of these two, they are Pickup Artists, bragging about all their alleged wealth through apparent multi level marketing pyramid schemes to turn men more masculine and pick up girls. Their masculinity is very traditional… err toxic and they seek out men to be as macho as possible while getting the most softest, feminine, submissive girl in their lives. Whether or not they lean into Long Term Relationships is outside of his scope.

At the end of the year, after a Twitter feud with Greta Thunberg and Andrew Tate, Thunberg believe it or not is autistic (I never knew it formally till a week ago) and Tate, the allegedly typical guy didn’t get the sarcasm from the female autistic making a phony email address on climate change accusing him of “low dick energy”. It was fucking hilarious and after a video reply of Tate denying climate change, bragging about his wheels, a pizza box was delivered to him as the cameras rolled (of which Tate explicitly said to not recycle), the print of the pizza joint confirmed that Tate and his brother was in Romania and the police allegedly took him to custody for alleged sex trafficking.

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2022: Year in Review

This year, I rebooted the Hopeless, Outspoken, Alleged “Autistic”, No community was built. Perhaps I had been slandered as an “ableist” in 2015 that never went away. For whatever reason, in 2011 to 2012 I had something going. I still have screengrabs of the Google search referrers.

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The Fall Mayhem (New Service Agreement)

That annual paperwork, contract, it may depend on locale, but in New Hampshire for 21+ folks, it’s called a Service Agreement (since autism isn’t just for lost-little-boys; this is not an IEP portal.)

My case management is better than what I had a few years ago. It’s not to say I need to be careful.

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The Ol Woman’s Instable Self

In the last couple of years, I see my mother becoming easily more fragile; more erritable such as her phone’s SXM app not working for less than one minute as we go from WLAN to WWAN networks in the driveway. Or even politics. I see my mother go a direction I don’t think is healthy. On the ride home from grocery shopping, on a dark and stormy night I kidded about how the town I live in is too cheap, and it’s too expensive to repaint the streets. I told her I saw the bill for the town’s property tax and how much the school district is over the town.

That lead to some inferences of what you see on the Fox News Channel like the out of control school board meetings. My mother got defensive rather quickly, and I spoke calmly, just picking a scab. Well much like how your mother catches you for picking a scab, well I was getting caught for not having a Caucasian-grievance attitude like what you have seen in say Loudon Country, Va.

In less than five minutes my mother who had kidded to me when we got home she has put up with me for 3 1/2 decades, she doesn’t see any hypocrisy or any hack arounds to advocate for students. I brought up PTA meetings, but my mother had identified herself as “working parent”; but she used to work from Wednesdays to Sundays so she could be at home with me, at the price of not having weekends together. So she could’ve gone to PTA or been with the SPED family group. I think reality the PTA types tend to have “elite” types of people so that maybe the codeword.

This is direct-democracy at work, just whine and bitch to school board meetings and not follow proper procedures that are bounded by law. Our society is becoming a dragway in the most literal sense, no one wants to follow speed limits and people insist that say an interstate is theres and limited access highway should be a freeway, and as a result we have people literally getting arrested for going over 100mph more and more now.

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2022 – Feeling Deflated.

Happy December 1st!

There’s less than 31 days left of this hangover of a really crappy start to the new decade thanks to the pandemic!

This year has been the curse I thought would’ve happened in 2021 (the year that had “21” or “12”… being superstitious for a moment, I was born less than an hour before Friday March 13th, 25 years ago, so I felt the unluckiness as early as 12, later as a 21 year old, in 2012 was a really lousy year and 2021 was quiet, but 2022 was that “hangover” that I started with.

This year, I characterized it as “deflated”. I’d wake up with expectations (reasonable, not too lofty) to then expect the unexpected. You want to be stoked, you want to be happy, but someone else in your life (of which I will not identify) decides to go with their “feelings” and then conveniently  reschedules or pulls an unexpected to you.  Then you feel like what-the-fuck?

And this is a major source of my depression. The acceptance to not expecting anything as promised, or close to committed.

“You have to learn to be flexible” – Steven’s former high school case manager

It wasn’t just in high school either.. it goes back in time…

“Zigger-Zaggers” – “Doctor” Teresa Bolick  referring to unexpected situations as if an adult autistic later in life needs everything to be perfectly the same every freckin day

But in reality Zigger-Zaggers was a Seacoast Learning Collaborative thing… supposedly said phrase really in the psych-o-logy world was

“Zigger-Zaggle”

Allegedly.

Then the most infamous line that had been literally drilled to me like I am some militant type was Mrs. Lemiux, the infamous hack at South School…

“Go with the flow”

These flashpoints of trauma from being programmed as a perpetual child to later in early adulthood to be gaslit for choosing to be immature (are you fucking kidding me?) would just haunt me, and it could never end. There were mornings in 2022 not waking up to have some reasonable expectation that some appointed event would go as planned, whether it had to do with me directly or not. The iOS push screens of appointments changed and canceled had about a 3 to 1 ratio receiving the changes from the mother, not by me, and the latter ratio of cancelations and changes were out of my control. I typically do not cancel any appointments unless I am not feeling well in this COVID19 situation; or something that has importance that are justifiable, meaning I have to provide a constructive justification for the means, not because my male menstrual period said so.

I am so depressed, from the ups and downs, the spikes, like an EKG read. Life has ups and downs; it should be peaks and valleys, for most people,  that should be treatable and acceptable types of emotions, but violent up and down spikes from other people’s near-typical neurological state is not tolerable, because if it’s frowned upon an autistic, then it shouldn’t be OK for anyone else.

Two people told me this calendar year they would be walking on broken egg shells; ironically that phrase is such a cliche even in the narc world, because if you stepped on an eggshell the chances of getting infected with an eggshell is much less than broken glass, so can we just call it for what it is?

My depression has worsened since the start of the year, living in the expect the unexpected in the most literal way. In reality, it’s killing me inside. No one sees it.

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Men Scare Me…Part Seven

Scott Galloway has been a reoccurring character in the Men Scare Me theme. Just over a month ago, the podcast with fucking Liz Plank (since I should be fair since I call Jordi – Fucking Jordan Peterson) said some of the worst damning stuff that I didn’t expect from a leftist that also didn’t care for the woke culture. You know why?

Because I remember the moment of where I was on the night of my 34th birthday – Friday, March 12th, 2021 where he appeared on a live episode of Real Time with Bill Maher while I was rebuilding a Lego Police station from like 1996 or something. I basically stared at my iPad when I heard his critique of “woke” people – on that very same episode.  He has also appeared on freckin Megyn Kelly’s SXM show/podcast, and then he went to these woksters at The Man Enough Podcast. Of course Liz Freckin Plank couldn’t help herself to conflate blowing up massage parlors to incels (wait is that how the Feds caught Bob Kraft back 4 years ago they had to engineer a “b0mb” to get into the parlor at the strip mall in Jupiter, Florida?) Elizabeth needs a fucking editor!

After listening to barely 10 minutes; I was screamin mad and demanded that BCOP-TV start to do the Crisis in Masculinity after this point since I just started to be part of Special Projects at the station, then not only that I spooked that very same Boston newsie yet again. I didn’t even want to look at the Twitter stats of how many others I spooked out yet again.

I don’t even follow Man Enough anymore. And Liz hates men in recent Twitter rhetoric. And Galloway is a fucking attention whore.

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