The Breakup of my Nero Peers

In recent years, i have severed ties with any of my friends of my schools I went to. they were all special needs, almost all of them on some form of the autism disorders, some were Down’s. The reason why I had to was the following

  • They had social problems, more obvious than mine, because I tried to hide it
  • They were needy, or looked like they couldn’t be as independent compared to normal people
  • They lived in “ghetto” neghiboods like Lawrence, Haverhill or Lowell, Lawrence typically is the most “ghetto” outside of Boston
  • They were on the lowest end of the social economic scale. Not saying it was wrong, but many were on welfare – which puts them on the lowest end of the pole. They never had a consistent telephone number, they could never remember their password to their email address, and because of that, they needed another Facebook account to access it

Now, I must be an oxymoron because I feel like I been looked down by the upper middle class, but this case is different. The reasons I just explained would make someone like me “weaker” than them. Now an argument could be made, well they might perceive me as a “normal” guy; but that’s pressuring to deal with that perception. I also had problems on Facebook with some of these people befriending people they didn’t know on my other side of the “normal” social circle of mine – of which put my reputation at risk.
It was hard to do, but I don’t hold any regrets. These people held me back instead of moving forward. For me to try to at least have a fair shot, this was the best option. I don’t hold any regrets.

Father’s Day and a lack of a Father in my Life

Yesterday was  Father’s Day, where many other families here in the States give gratitude and appreciation to the fathers in their lives. Some people, who have single mothers attempt to get another day of apprecation in the form of discounted Craftsman or Rigid tools that typically are given to the fathers or dads. (I can attest!)
In a serious note, this month is often depressing for me, along with that June is a typical graduation month for high school aged people in New England, other parts do it earlier in the year because they start the school year earlier. On point, I haven’t been around my father since my early existance. He obviously was never my dad, and I do not have any memories of him, nor do I even know what he looks like! My grandfather disappeared in my life when I was in second grade.
Both men were negative figures for my mother. My grandfather was very ingorant, and also very arrogant that he knew what was right. Talk about an oxymoron! He was very narrow minded on which member of my family would be the winner and which would be the looser – while he didn’t use that phrase directly, you know what I mean. He never did anything wrong, and obviously this kinda love didn’t go to well with my mother. He didn’t care about her, maybe didn’t really love her?
My mother was puzzled about relationships too. She was trying to find someone that she felt she could love. She thought my father was going to be it. Well about a year into their relationships – my mother got pregnant, he told her that he didn’t believe it, and made some pretty derogtory comment, that he didn’t believe her, demanding her to prove it…I think you can understand the fact that my mother got screwed by this guy. According to my mother he often said “you’re stupid” “you don’t think”, etc. etc.  I cannot understand how hurtful those statements were addressed, but such “verbal abuse” was the catalyst to seperate my father out of my life and her life as well. This period of time from my own expierence with my own mother is what probably caused the emotional makeup of what my mother is today and what made her a lady.
The kind of behaivor shouldn’t been a news alert. He was the popular guy in high school, he also was the typical Southern NH snotty brat from the mid 80s standards, and he was in  athletic clubs at the local high school. He also  had many under age parties at his parents house. *you know, it doesn’t help when one is part Catholic and you know that the Catholics love to party, you know?* The funny thing was he lived in an area of the middle class, not the startup of the upper middle class which accelerated the town by the end of the 1980s, where many of those kids I knew from school would their parents move to.
I knew more about my father when I was older than 21 than I was younger. The very naive self back when I was about 8 (and this is going to sound really lame) but I really thought I randomly came here, untill some kids in school probed about my father to me. And my mother explained honestly that she was with my father for a period of time and both when their ways.
To this day, sans my naive self, I still felt like I came here randomly out of illlogic, and coming here with the intent that I wouldn’t have a father in my life. If you belive that a god or God exists, you’d think there would be logic that given how much a jackass (and I should say that even stronger – a JACKASS) why would he give me life?
What started the real troubles of missing a father was the most illogical places and time of my life. Middle school. I was in a middle school program in another part of the state, and it was my classmates, my peers and a teacher’s assistant who was just new to my program that started to basically pick on or not be discrete that my father wasn’t in my life. The last name I carry in my life is life of my father, and these students and paraprofessionals went out of their bounderies of bringing up a guy I never really knew. This was never challenged because I went to the program in Massachusetts by that July, but one or two of the staff people there did probe me about my father too.
Staff or students need to be very careful if there is no mention of the father, then it might be best to not ask. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell anyone?
And whats really sad is how society is very judgemental about the lack of a father in society. Yes I have done this subject on this blog on an often basis, but I am also aware that fathers don’t always work for all families and yes, mothers that are single should not do both roles. It doesn’t work. I am not going to even touch the welfare issue because it makes me sick. What makes me sick even more is how our newsgathering networks are not even covering inter/national events instead to being the FM/HD Talk Radio for cable news. The Fox News Networks including the Fox News Channel and Fox Business Network have been on a tirade (yes an assault) against single mothers and women being the sole breadwinners and the lack of fathers in families. This kind of content is being aired during what other networks are in a “newswheel” or the “Trading Day”. The talent ranges from Lou Dobbs, Charles Payne, Eric Bolling, to even the Chief Moonbat Commentator Juan Williams in the most recent attacks defending somewhat of the nuclear family values.
I can attest a nuclear family actually causes families to blow up and actually fall part. Maybe it is right to not focus on our families as much, but you will never hear that from FNC. Never mind they won’t hold the family accountable who lost 2 children in an NYC shooting allegedly from their nanny. Even if its an NBC employee, because FNC loves to attack people at NBC – but they won’t because that father was the breadwinner and since he’s an exec at CNBC, because heaven forbid its so socially inappropriate to say that rich people shouldn’t have the right to have children, even when the nanny will be raising the children. You’ll see more blog posts on the Krimm family having their child instead of a public dialogue if parents of all classes should have the same right of having a child. *Cue the crickets*.
Regardless a “news” operation that is supposed to be doing their duty to cover news, should not (and I MEAN SHOULD NOT) be a goddamned soap box by expressing fathers should be fathering every children. Leave it to the Web and the bloggers, and NOT what Payne and Dobbs are telling my asswipe father from the Valley (or wherever he is now) should be parenting me! It is not your GODDAMNED business to be caring about everyone else! Go do your stupid stock picks instead of being the crossdressing narrow-demographic targeted, blue collared man BUT dressed as a classy, liberal* newsman to be taken seriously! 
*Reports and targets to a mass audience of all groups, all races, all civil backgrounds, all minds, and not just the middle class or the upper middle class, unlike Bolling, Payne or Dobbs.
So yea, I miss having a father, but I try to live day to day and not be judged just because I don’t have a dad or have simialar expirences to my “normal” likeminded people of my age.

Distrust in women

As this year approached, I came to a conclusion that maybe, just maybe its not meant to be for me to be in any form of romantic, sexual or other forms of close relationships. Maybe I’ll be wrong or maybe I am right, who knows.
What I do know is I have lost tremendous faith in women. I’m not going into deep, but it’s really sad how the state of affairs are with women and how they treat men. As I have grown up, I have never looked down at women at such level than ever before. There are a number of reasons why women should be made ashamed for, as it follows

  • Media – I can’t say that enough. The media is very brutal, coarse and just plain cruel. The problem is not the media or the message, is the girl who is watching it and has no editoral judgement whatsoever. Girls and probably every other younger and dumber population is so retarded that they can’t analyze or go into it with a skeptical mind.  They watch Sex and the City and insist that the message of the portrayal of Manhattanites is so true, when its really dramatized. Lacking editorial judgement is real problem, not just the media that’s out there.
  • I am not one who says “take the TV out of their room” like some talking head at 8:00pm Eastern would suggest, but at least ether monitor what your daughter watches or have a dialogue. Media is much more massive in the last 10 years not due to the Web, but social media really just accelerated the coarse content. You could attempt to get away of it, but when MySpace and Facebook came around, one couldn’t get away of an Abercrombie-like photo of soft-porn PDA. I might actually have that pic and I’ll attach it if I find it.
  • Fathers (or lack there of) – I can’t stress this even more. Whether or not the parents are divorced or not is not the problem. I believe its the father that goes dormant as soon as the girl goes into menarche and starts wearing training bras. Just like I have mentioned earlier, while the mothers (and fathers) instruct autistic boys, how to control their hormones when dealing with the opposite gender, girls appear to not be taught the same standards. It’s really bad that these girls apparently aren’t getting the love, the tough love or concern of their daughter, from their father.
  • Girls (young ladies) are really indecent more than ever before, and no it’s not that Facebook and a older mind is seeing things much differently, its because there is huge generation of young and dumb individuals who were raised by dumb Baby Boomers, and this kind of style was prelveant in the 1960s.
  • This same offspring includes a vast majority of narcissistic types who think that being a celebrity pays off.  Not so much if you are Jodi Arias, a woman in Arizona who was recently convicted of killing her boyfriend facing the death penalty. This woman is not only crazy, but pretty psychotic. The tax paying citizens of Arizona had been droned for more than 4 months of testimony factored in with the media sensationalizing the story (although it deserves some merit that Pretty Girls Kill.) She’s a hardcore camera whore too, within an hour after her verdict nearly a month ago, she got an interview of a local TV station, and also got camera time with ABC’s GMA, and so on. I can go on, but simply put I never heard anything about her father, I did hear she was abused when she was younger, but boy, this chick deserves the hell that she had caused with her family, the boyfriend’s family and the tax paying citizens of Arizona which will have to flip a bill on one of the most slowest murder trials in a few years, again it was so she could get all the attention she thought she deserved, not to just have a through trial.
  • Suburban types – Girls grow up at a fast pace in the suburbs. They start drinking in like eighth grade and their behavior goes well into her thirties. They want to act like mature women wearing mature outfits but they never take the responsibilities of a woman when it comes to any aftermath of such hard partying. Drinking clouds the world around you and you only see your drunken peer. These types of ultra rich, lack of responsible people that are often found in the outskirts of the metro area is another form of women I cannot trust. (BTW: not encouraging in “redistributing the wealth” ether – its just a responsibility issue of rich people.

As you can understand now, this is why I have a bias against women. I’ve never met a bitch I truly liked and all the good ladies are professionals to me, already married or taken. I really don’t understand why so many of these bitches can’t grow up and learn to not be such a snobby jackass.
In closing, I have zero respect for women.

$ and Female Attention

It’s that time of the year where I need to close out the previous fiscal reporting year of my finances. Depending on what accounts I have, I close it at the end of February or the end of May. Some of this reporting is for annual audits for some of benefits I receive.
Regardless, I put the various accounts in separate piles the scan them into a large PDF file then I send it to my mother for her responsibilities.
Last year, I’ve gone out a lot such as restaurants and fast food joints and many, upon MANY trips to the local Dunkin Donuts, where there I had a crush on one of the girls who worked there. That particular shop closed recently and I don’t know where she was reassigned or left the franchise.
I do know I have many of those receipts in the last 13 or so months. On top of that, factored in the other trips like the pizza joints before I was turned off by one girl that worked at that place where Facebook profile showed party girl status and another girl at another joint appeared to be married, and a little snooty too and the other usual places as well.
I wrote earlier last year about the possible cost of trying to get a girl to like me. This liability also had extended in my general expenses (Gen Ex) such as the local used book store (where that girl was allegedly in a relationship with a bf according to her Facebook profile) the local Savers, often getting things to basically just to hit on them which 99% of the chances were slim to none.
2012 was a year where my spending was totally out of control – only to impress them with zero outcomes.
I’ve never told anyone about my hidden agenda, and previously I had mentioned the possible costs. At that time, I knew I was a little excessive and now I’m seeing the actual damage.
The financial impact of trying to get some acceptance to society can be very costly, and what’s so sick is this can be prevented if people stop making developmentally disabled people being targeted as looser, or ghetto creeps or a looser living in his mother’s attic.
This year I have been more cautious in spending, coming to the realization that no one would want to be in a lifetime relationship of someone suffering with an autistic disorder.
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Love and Lack of Romance

I had a secret agenda of launching this blog back in early September. I used the “relationships” phrase with honest intentions of talking about the bigger picture. But it is easy to get distracted and getting stuck on love and romance.
Something I have never experienced, nor do I expect that I will fall in love.
I am sick and tired of dealing with crushes. They can be really dangerous, and I feel that crushes lead to a depressing road of pain, over dreamy thoughts, and large amounts of guilt.
And I am sick and tired of the ideal of waiting, and when one waits, the time will come. What? Like 2038? I can’t wait for someone to come. At the same time this logic kinda counteracts with the idea that one won’t meet a girl or a guy at home, because they don’t come knocking at your back door. So if one has to hear that on a number of times, then why do these people give you advice to wait?
Makes no sense. Especially in a hustle and bustle world of running their lives like an enterprise. Do they wait for a critical decision to do a business if they’re at work, or wait for the right moment to get that deal? Probably in a socialist world that is acceptable.
I don’t know anything.  And I think I am better off being an outsider, because this blog wouldn’t exist as someone wearing a V-tag* I’ve felt like an alien, and I do feel like an outsider looking into a clear glass.
*I can be a sci-fi geek, if you’ve heard of the 80s (that looked like from the 70s) the sci-fi program V you’ll know what I mean!
I’m just like a Lego minifigure looking through a glass window seeing things from an outsider, someone whose a professional who doesn’t have time to have emotions and fun.
And there’s nothing wrong with that!
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No Girlfriend – No Problem!

The beginning of the new year (well as early as late September, as I started the “Countdown”) was really a sigh of relief. I realized that the chances of me getting a girlfriend in the near to distant future was going to be pretty low odds. I really don’t see a future for me and romance.I just don’t see it.

While it is so painful dealing with the idea of being single, I’m finding it a good idea. I won’t have to worry about loosing my gf due to a big argument  I won’t have to worry about not getting AIDS or another STD, since the sex rates with the suburban girls are probably much higher than one thinks.

I won’t have to worry about getting distracted from the g/f, and I can continue to avoid from social situations since many 26 year olds are often taken, or in a committed relationship. And other 26 year olds often have gone to college, and I don’t.

I won’t have to worry about meeting various demands, since girls require a guy with a University education, and working for some large company taking home at least $45,000 after tax. I won’t have to feel so ashamed living with his mother as girls don’t want a “looser”.
It is best to stay single!

My mother

I am going to speak as general as possible, as I do not want to exploit my family, as they don’t pefer me to write about them to the whole world. And given my traffic, the whole world does follow this blog.
Earlier tonight, my mother came home from work. On Tuesdays she works down at the Massachusetts plant. She comes home a little later than usual. I don’t know why I have a mood when she comes in. Maybe its because its a change of environment because she comes home and I’m home alone all day.
Or maybe its because I have sucked at doing chores at home. Maybe my mother sucked at being a mother. Or maybe my mother shouldn’t raised me at a young age.
Within 2 minutes after she came in, she noticed I left a couple plates on the kitchen counter. She  started to point to the dishes and was going to mention it. I felt offended, and I started to get very upset and started to throw things and started to yell at her (and swore too.) I blurted out that she doesn’t fully love me in response of why I can’t do a simple thing such as moving dishes to the dishwasher.  I lost my patience and I felt really hopeless.
She also started to say that for the last couple of years she has tried to discretely hint me of my cluttered style in the dining and kitchen areas. I can’t explain why because a) I can’t articulate, and b) I can’t explain myself.
Unlike my mother, I don’t explain things, in this example, I don’t want to make excuses and another example I don’t want to degrade or come off as condescending.
I got very upset and cried in pain after. She avoided talking to me for the rest of the night (as I did as well.)  My mother also threatened me that she was going to move out and transfer the house under my name.  She things like that all the time during an intense argument  in which they aren’t as intense as they used to be, though I have gotten more physically aggressive to inmante objects. That really hurt, because I am not trying to take over the house or my mother. I feel that this desperate remark makes me come off as a spoiled brat, which is not my intentions. And I am not trying to “insult”, to use her words herself. I am trying to be fairly critical and also expecting the words to come right back as her counter response.
She also said that she wants to live with me, but since my organization is so bad, it bothers her so much that she was thinking of moving out.
I wished I could move out, but I can’t financially.
Given my current relationship with my mother, and my realization of not understanding what she sees through me, its like – what girl wants to be living with me if I am so emotional, fragile and messy? 
A part of my brain is ether dead or not working properly. And it’s so embarrassing  I know I offend my mother, and I feel some remorse but I can’t feel how bad I ether hurt her or how bad I have disrespected her.
In anyway, this story should had explained how I suffer with my autism and how my autism effects the relationships around me.
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Girlfriends – Distraction (or something else?)

I’ve heard from other people who have been more romantically experienced compared to this writer that girlfriends can become a distraction. I can’t independently confirm that obviously. But my friend from high school had changed my relationship because of his girlfriend, though I guess he and others aren’t the only ones.
If you are a geek that likes to watch The Big Bang Theory, a show that kinda mocks the super high functioning autistic community, you probably got a kick last Thursday night (if you watch it on CBS like me.) The super Asperger character was in competition of writing a term paper (or something like that) with his competitive friend. The Dr. Sheldon Cooper character started to feel not so smart because of his counterpart writing a better paper. Well it turns out his counterpart said if he was spending a lot of time with Amy,  his girlfriend. He also bragged about his alleged sex life, in which Sheldon doesn’t like or wants to do.
I’ll leave out the technical information, as you could go onto the CBS’ website and see the clips, I just want to keep this post general to people who might not watch that program. (If you are a reader from outside the United States, please consult to your local network’s listings/website to find the show in your area.)
But it is rather funny, even the most intelligent, but socially retarded individual could have his life disrupted due to being in a relationship.
But again, I do not know, because I have never been in any romantic relationship other than having endless crushes.
 

SEEKING STORIES: “Normal”/ASD Romantic Relationships

A project I am working in the coming months is to figure out if there is possibilities for people with autism to be in romantic relationships. One way is to see if they currently exist.
I’m seeking a female that is “normal”/”nerotypical“/non disabled and a male that is an autistic individual/other PDD/ADHD (since statistically this would be the common form of a inter/neurological relationship since most people with autism are 4 out of  5 cases are males.) I do not want to sound judgmental, I’d be more interested in people that don’t have Asperger Syndrome. Asperger Syndrome does not have the significance and severity of traditional autism or other high functioning autism.
I would like to know:

  • Are you in a relationship?
  • How long have you been in this relationship?
  • What are the advantages/disadvantages of a co-existing romantic relationship?
  • Have ether of you been single for the long-term prior to becoming a couple?
  • Are you engaged/married?
  • Optional, what about sex and physical relationships? How have you managed?

I’d love to hear from people to confirm if there is possibilities for others too.
If you are willing to do a collaborative story, or submit a story  you can use ether the comment page or contact me directly if you want it initially in confidence.

Realization

I’ve come to a realization that I have issues.
I was in denial for many years, most recently the last couple with pure anger and bitterness. 
Now in the recent months, I’ve come to a conclusion that I have autism.
My life is torn apart, my relationships with everyone has been destroyed.
I feel so fucking embarrassed about myself!
Something is defective in my brain! I never had an MRI before, so I don’t how messed up I am! I don’t know how real only I do know I have autism!
I don’t get love of any kinds, thats why this blog was created last summer! and I guess…I am a very litteral person even if I keep denying so. I can’t understand feelings like I used to.
People do say that autistic individuals have a hard time with relationships, and I don’t think I have much future unless I do something, something I don’t know how to approach and tackle!
In some ways I am like an android. A Data. I can’t deny the facts – I am messed up!
Oh how can someone love some autistic and not expect a full 100% love back?
So why should I have friends or a girlfriend, especially the latter? She’ll probably put me to jail as a criminal for being a psycho! Why would anyone fall in love a developmentally retarded individual?
I thought I give and give, and I get people “liking” my stories and never stalk my blog on the blog’s Facebook page. Well my “giving” should be looked at, because some people claim I receive more than I give. Again, I am fucked up in the brain!
I do know for a fact I am ASHAMED with my Autism and NOT PROUD AT ALL! I don’t belong in any place! I am a misfit!
My life ended at 12. My identity was stolen. I was replaced from a human to a robot!
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