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— 7News Boston WHDH (@7News) March 19, 2023

What great start to a long month to date. The local indie station in the market reshares photos sent to the station using a well-known hashtag. Finally I had. been seen. But before that I was struggling to be seen by the local media. I had been in a contact with a now former Boston media news personality and that individual was ghosting-me in the sense that the individual would be quick to respond if it was in that individual’s interest but was unable to pay it forward to help me. That litmus test was following an essay published in Boston Magazine for the February issue (now you can figure out who I am referring to and if you know that individual, the oldest offspring is autistic.)

I was also laid off from BCOP-TV as part of a 20 minifigure after bombing the February Sweeps with low rated stories, including Tuned Out. So feeling just seen, and barely heard, and unsure how the Minifig Newsguy can work out in the long term, I started to inform my followers that I am taking some from of a long term leave of absense from my platforms (with occasional posts.

In the midst of this, I took a spur of the moment plan to go to Portsmouth, NH for a 4-day weekend. That turned out to become a 5-night weekend because my scheduling gyped me a week because the February short month discount. It all worked out, my mother worked on site for 1/2 the day on the 1st and took me to Portsmouth, just over 24 hours the day before she booked the room and for the first time ever in my life was I prepared within a day to be out of the home for more than several days.

The very long weekend was not a complete waste, but it would progress into one social mishap to another… by Friday evening, after being at a local bar of a pizza joint I have frequented since the days of SLC, the bartender (ironically named “Stephanie”… given female name for a princess and a potential stiff bitch) I lost it. While I heard cursing and yelling outside on the sidewalks, I started to record a “voice note” despite it was recorded on a Canon Vixia prosumer ENG camera… and then lost it…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WF3V0wNSy0o

“I feel so lonely, that not one soul would understand the pain I am going through”

And hell yeah, no one did kinda check in on me.

What really this was was the detoxing of 3 1/2 decades of feeling like a dust mite, really just soulless human being, where my life has flashed by and it apparently is all my fault. The way the American public opinion is heading by the hard-right, authoritative theocrats is not only hold-yourself-by-the-bootstraps, but take your own problems in your own hands and fix your own problems without telling the world.

I have, and it hasn’t and that’s why I posted this.

Well you shouldn’t be doing that, that’s for sissy gay little boys, you aren’t working hard enouugh.

Well I have

WORK HARDER!

And this the rhetoric I am dealing with indirectly.

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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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I have not shared this to many people, except for my therapist.

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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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