The Log: Documenting My In-Expirences in Real Time

After my last day program problems in the period of the Hopeless Autistic, I started to do documentation, one for my own accountability, and second to see how long a turnaround of tasks would take. I started to use Filemaker Pro and realized very important to document things.

The first version was created and went live in mid 2017; an update occurred with a new database in 1Q of 2018. In this verison, there is more than 400 Tracking Numbers, that have specific events. The Related Tracking Numbers or RTNs were cross-references (manually) to other instances (or later would become incidents.)

The FileMaker Pro database logged almost everything in my life- even for positives.

Sadly the FMP database was the crash course of what was it like to experience narcissistic abuse. In fact, people who are recovering from said abuse are often the ones that document like crazy. Most often, I had taken my MacBook and used TextEdit (sometimes Microsoft Word would slow things up.) On a good day, you got a paragraph summary. By 2019, when shit hit the fan, the documents would be line by line, play by play, real time transcriptions of the exchanges of the pissing matches of the ex-1 on 1 (“Aly”) and later the hack manager who I call “Jackass”.

The turnaround time or if an event a situation got re escalated you updated the dates and make an note on the Short narrative

This was extremely critical to refer to this database when processing the abuse I went through and sadly without tooting my horn, I came out as the lone “adult in the room”, a phrase used throughout this situation. It obviously ended on March 13th, 2020, as the pandemic started to get concerning. They knew that I would take time off, and as a result they didn’t have the class to tell me that they would not renew my services scheduled to lapse in April, until I sent the letter of “not renewing” in May, of which they responded.

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The Man-o-Fest

An ongoing series of the men that were in my life, and the reasons why they aren’t in my life. As an adult male, I do not trust my fellow peers in my gender. Men are like scary machines to me. The men I know only care about status and control. Some of this toxicity has bled through the many masculine feminine figures that had been in my life. This will be it’s own category and an ongoing feature.

Unrequited Love…

Also known as, “limerence”, “infatuations” or just “having-a-crush”

They say one way relationships is better than none. I still agree to that. Even if it’s unhealthy. Even if it’s self-destructive (hell since that is an autistic trait…I shouldn’t be surprised!) Even if it makes you feel worse. At least you had the audacity to show some respect and the other was a jerk about it. Well into my thirties, and still feeling like I am in the world of A Puzzling View – but of course I apparently made choices – and so I must take responsibility of being single forever.

But don’t let a boy stop from staring through a glass of his pretty girl whose as plastic as a mannequin literally admiring her inner beauty as her outside is just as attractive. She’s so heartless she won’t even notice someone is staring at her with admiration!

“Only Knew the Surface” – The Millennial Mantra Re: to ASD

In that same DM a few weeks before, I had asked that individual who works in Boston media if they knew about ASD prior to (because that individual has a child with that condition.) The individual replied that they “knew the surface”. That individual is just over two years older than I.

It was then that phrase would be baked into my memory as long as I can remember. That’s what so many people know, just the surface, the big picture, the antidotes. Not the intimate one on one in-expierences they had seen as a passerby. This isn’t just a Londonderry thing, the freckin’ South Coast of Massachusetts isn’t exempt. Over one hundred million Millennial  aged people still despite April 2022 statistics of 1 in 44 cases these drunken mini-me Boomers still do not understand the complexities.

They are more open to LGBTQ and darker skin people (nothing wrong with that), just anyone who acts different (since ASD is “invisible”), is basically just an also-ran human being. That’s how I have felt like since 1999, and significantly in the 2008, and even worse in 2019… it’s a one way street of interactivity. Everyone judged me as that resource room kid, or worse they thought I’d be a meteorologist – even when I can’t stand mother f-ckers like Jim Can-Cantore, whose last work before TWC, as an intern was owned by Bob Kraft (WNEV-TV.)

I really had lousy “friends” too bad I can’t find any new ones in the midst of another wave of this pandemic.

What’s the Worse Run-in with Admission to Little Expierences?

A job interview or a first date? I had doubted this in a DM on Instagram approx mid winter to a well-known broadcast journalist in re to mental health.

I’d say the latter, because with a job interview there is legal obligations to not judge someone with limited experiences (or let me just say… they can’t say it out loud.

The first date is actually the worse, because they can react, they can basically walk away in midst. Who knows. Since it’s not politically correct to say that women are easily triggered now, they don’t tolerate any type of man anymore. Women want perfection, they can drive themselves, they can be self sufficient financially, etc. They don’t want a mama’s-boy even if the individual wants to break those chains.

Um yeah… just make sure you keep your autism in check, and not say the first date is actually the first, because that would make your pervasive condition even more obvious. The dream-girlfriend figure whose all open and caring is no longer the standard.

The Obsession (From Others) on Being Around “Peers”

Among the many things drilled upon me was the obsession on “peers”, typical minded people in my age group, quoted in some ways from the then-head of the Bureau of Developmental Services at the state’s Department of Health and Human Services aprox. 2014.

Many of these hacks really are like big government box checkers; that do not go on the frontlines. In this state where it’s libertarian and conservative, they are sure as hell authoritative and significant boundaries between the bureaucrats and the individuals; and that’s why I put them under “authoritative”. I call these hacks more like formal virgins who haven’t experienced life because they talk so much like a lawyer.

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Will there be a day of “Our Time”?

The answer is a hard NO.

If it takes centuries or decade for civil rights 50 to 100 years on average; well then by that logic the next in line after women’s rights (now in doubt thanks to SCOTUS); people with physical handicaps will probably have “their time”. While some frown upon saying there shouldn’t be this “time” for say the dark skin population, or women or LGBTQ, etc. I will say this, “autism” is continuously being ignored; it hasn’t gotten past the basic awareness or tolerance, so for all those #ActuallyAutistic types who just bully typical people into compliance of accepting their autism, don’t hold your breath.

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The Perceived A-s Kissing – NOT OK for PDD-NOS

Despite the antiquated “label”, I once had a high school friend, the one I had put in the 2012 Tell All for A Puzzling View who I identified as “2021”, it was part of an old handle of his AIM account. That individual has the Asperger’s side of the spectrum. He was a typical-male type. He even admitted this was his ol SOP, but when I was in last contact more than a decade ago, I noticed he would get along to get along and do anything to fit in.

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Documentary: From South School to Melanie – You’re Surprised?

“I want my mother to burry me” – Steven

The family of Melanie commissioned an interview to do a Frontline-style raw interview that was used for over an hour of my backstory of my life, with a more sharper lens than prior before. That school in Londonderry, New Hampshire was the reason why my mother is who she is and how I am not who I am today. Thanks alot Room 112 or whatever the hell it was at the time.