behind a cut because basically who gives a shit unless you’re also an aspie who has been surpassed by teens.
This is for me, for my therapist, for my memoir (?). Tonight the spawn of my brother were invited over my house abruptly. No, not by me.
I’ve had an awful day. I had to ride a bus around for most of the day that hit every pothole as the scoliosis and bone spurs in my lower back ached in protest.
It was also the first of the 3 (if they allow you that far) of the asperger’s interviews. The MD was very nice. But still I had to talk about myself. I hate that. I would rather have all of my teeth ripped from my head in a Saw like scenario. My interview was about 2.5 hours. I guess I passed to the next step. So I get to ride that awful bus again this month, yay!
Seriously though I need a diagnosis. I need it for me (though I’m 100% sure at this point), for naysayers but most importantly in case I’m ever able to move forward in life and need accommodations made for me that will only come from that type of diagnosis. It seems that most adults get PDD-NOS & I’m fine with that.
If I end up with nothing but “Oh you were teased” my scoliosis ridden back is going to be very P.O.ed.
So what’s the big deal? Well my sis & I conferred earlier and our treat to ourselves tonight was watching Angel via cam. It’s something we like to do for fun with our fave shows.
Instead I got interrupted while lounging in my living room in night/lounge wear with a heating pad under me as 3 teens came in to be entertained. (they were my bro, who I love & is basically cool, ‘s entourage).
I was almost immediately insulted for some word faux pas & I sort of insulted 2 of them. I don’t know. Anyway all I do know is that I’m very upset. My sister couldn’t calm me down and now we are done on cam.
I told them that I’d been made fun of for 25 years and I wasn’t taking it anymore, especially from some teenagers. 2 of them, “I’m 20”, “I’m 21”. Me: “Yeah, I’m almost 30, you’re teenagers”. They are still in that super cool, let’s insult everyone mode. Pass. Eventually they got the idea that I was a bitch and said let’s go for a walk.
I don’t care, every one is a Mormon hypocrite anyway. I don’t care that they probably called me a bunch of names like loser and crazy and lazy. I don’t care. I can’t afford to care about people like that anymore…
EVEN IF WE ARE/WERE RELATED