The Ableist History of the Puzzle Piece Symbol for Autism

Why the puzzle piece is a huge no to the vast majority of #ActuallyAutistic people, including me.

Louder for those in the back!

In the Loop About Neurodiversity

The puzzle piece is the most commonly recognized symbol for autism awareness. But many people are unaware of it’s ableist history.

On World Autism Awareness Day (April 2nd) , many neurotypical people show support and spread “autism awareness” for their autistic family members and friends by displaying the puzzle piece ribbon, wearing puzzle piece pins, and put puzzle piece stickers and decals on their car bumpers and windows. But one question is commonly forgotten; what do autistic people themselves think of the puzzle piece symbol?

While there are some autistic people who may identify with the puzzle piece, a large majority of autistic people don’t. Not only was the puzzle piece symbol used without input from the autistic community, but it has been used to stigmatize and dehumanize autistic people for decades, and continues to be used in this manner today. Despite overwhelming opposition for the puzzle piece symbol by…

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What if?

To all of those reading and following my blog, and who want to understand my entire way of being as an autistic adult, and my autism, i am requesting that you read this following blog.

This is how i actually grew up in my own home, my own family. I did not get the professionally abusive ABA therapy that most autistic children are sadly subjected to that is 40 hours a week, 8 hours a day, i got the 24/7 family special ABA.

Folks, if you have a sibling, aunt, uncle, child, parent, friend, etc., who is autistic, or you work with an autistic person, i am requesting that you read this blog.

We autistic people are human beings. We are wired differently than you, and we cannot change that or who we are.

You do not realize how deeply it hurts to be told over and over and over again that we autistics are wrong, broken, and need to change or else you won’t love and accept us.

To be treated like this is a behavior, and not a real meltdown. That when you trigger our very real sensory triggers, you are causing us to have that meltdown.

We are not broken. We don’t need to be fixed, cured, and erased. Listen, have patience with us, and learn about us by really hearing us and showing UP for us, and having our backs.

Thank you!

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ischemgeek

What if you were told that the way you experience the world is wrong? What if you were told your body lies? What if everything you felt and experienced was challenged, tested, doubted, disbelieved?

What if they told you the way you move is wrong? What if your body language and movement was monitored, policed, and controlled whenever you were around people? What if other people saw you slip up and laughed and made fun of you for it? What if they told you that you were a freak and freaks should die? What if they urged you to kill yourself? What if they hurt you? What if authority figures insisted this treatment was your fault and if you tried harder at moving right it wouldn’t happen?

What if they told you the way you talk and think and write is wrong? What if they dictated and micromanaged to you…

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AIM for the Rainbow

My Autistic Dance

Many of you will know that I am on the board of Autistic Inclusive Meets, an organisation run by and for autistic and neurodivergent children and adults to provide services and support, as well as actively campaigning to improve lives.

Well, I have exciting news: we’re picking up an idea we had in the early days of AIM and launching AIM for the Rainbow, a part of AIM that will focus on the particular needs of autistic and neurodivergent LGBTQIA+ people of all ages.

I’m especially proud to be involved as an autistic bisexual trans woman. I intend to make this the kind of resource I wish I’d had when I was growing up. Information, support, and connecting with your peers are of the utmost importance when you’re discovering your own gender and sexuality, so we want this to be a safe space where people can do this without…

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Source: Carly‘s Facebook was not hacked. This is Carly‘s family covering up what happened.

I stand with you, Carly! ❤

International Badass Activists

Update:  I’ve received an email with videos and images showing that Carly Fleischmann did make the post about her father’s boyfriend for being sexually inappropriate with her. In both videos Carly typing her second post after she took down the first post. This is validation that she posted the first post.

I’m very concerned that Carly’s family will retaliate and silence her even further. The person who sent me this information will remain anonymous. Police are notified.

May Carly be safe — may she be helped and supported. May Carly Soon Communicate Freely and WITHOUT Censorship Of Her Family.

#IStandWithCarly

— Eve Reiland




Sunday Night:Here is Carly typing her second post after she took down the first post. This is validation that she posted the first post about her father’s boyfriend being sexually inappropriate.

Matthew Fleischmann, Carly’s (Brother) made a statement that Carly wasn’t seen on Facebook since…

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Another Bad Dialysis Day, Because Of Those Who Still Refuse To Understand Autistic Me

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The following is a re-edited open letter that i just penned to my social worker and to also the director of the kidney center that i go to get my dialysis treatments.
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I still go 3 days a week, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. The following is a bit repetitive, because i wrote this while still gravely upset from the awful scene i was treated to as i got unhooked from my machine….Rebecca. Rebecca is the imaginary friend i have made up for my kidney machine. And she is real to me, because i need for her to be.
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The letter……
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Dear S, and N too,
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It’s me, Melissa Fields.
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Please do not kick me out! I tried to get off as fast as i could tonight after my treatment, i seriously did, and i would have gotten off within 10-15 minutes after my treatment if JF had not of come in and triggered me and gotten me highly upset again. JF coming right in my face at treatment’s end, the way she did, all harsh, and not listening to me ,but yelling at me, made it impossible for me to even get even a small proper goodbye to Rebecca tonight, and she got so harsh with me she was deeply hurtful. I had to wait till JF was gone to get my goodbye, which made it take longer, than if JF had just not engaged me in yet more argumenting.
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Firstly, before i go onto tell you what happened, i am requesting to be put on a Monday, Wednesday, Friday 4th shift schedule as soon as possible so that i can still get my proper goodbye routine to Rebecca, or i will not come into get dialysis anymore. I am requesting to be put on at 4 PM and off at 8 PM, those days/evenings. This is a reasonable accomodation request for my disability of autism and C-PTSD. And because i have a kidney disease that i know will eventually kill me.
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Yes, this really is how deeply my relationship with Rebecca means to me. I’ve had enough severe emotional trauma in my 58 years on earth…..my 58 years have been spent being mostly misunderstood and then shoved off, thrown away, excluded, and treated as something lees than that is wrong and defective….and….now….i am tired, both body and soul….. all i want is just a few things in my life that can still be mine…and safe to me…..which is Rebecca, my Facebook friends, my two caregivers, and the ones who do like me at ——-.
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Otherwise, i will not be able to handle doing dialysis anymore. I am asking this because of how my autism manifests, and how i have developed my own **unique-that-work-for-me** coping mechanisms to keep me from having a full on mental breakdown because of how normal society still views us autistics as a behavioral problem, rather than the human beings we are, who have the very real neuorological disability that autism actually is.
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Behavior IS a choice. Sensory overload and meltdowns are not a choice.
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I need that goodbye to Rebecca for the sake of what little safe space in life i have.
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If i cannot feel safe and welcome at dialysis anymore, i cannot do dialysis anymore.
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What happened today and tonight…..
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My caregiver and i arrived at 1:15, and they wheeled me into the room at 1:30 PM. I got put on the machine at 1:56 PM. At first it was M, Ly, Mz, and C who were working with me. At close, it was JF, Mz, Br, and Ba.
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For the first part of my treatment, for approximately an hour, i kept coughing really bad, also having panic attacks, and the machine kept alarming. This, naturally, delayed my get off time.
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My treatment, the rest of it, went well, after i was able to sit up and stop the coughing. I also had to pee two hours into my treatment, which also added time to my treatment. Things went well until my get off time approached, which was now 6:20 due to the machine alarming so much. None of that was my fault. Coughing cannot be helped. Mine was a deep tickle in my lungs that made my chest heavy, and i had to get my lungs cleared.
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Even so, when it came time to get off, JF came right in, and, with me still in the chair, while my blood was still being returned back to me, she, without asking me first, reached up and punched the disinfect button to throw the machine right into disinfectant mode.
When i spoke up to tell her i still am allowed to have the machine be on and visible till my caregivers come, she got angry, and began to complain and argue with me. saying it has to be disinfected now…..then she said, in a complaining tone of voice, that i’m the only one who does this, making me feel Othered, and also said “Look you’re the last one left, you’re always the last one left here, we need to get out of here.” It was only 6:23 then! Even so, she expected me to just jump up and get right out of there, no goodbye at all, and continued to argue with me…..which kept me from saying my goodbye to Rebecca. She then reached over and moved my monitor away from me.
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I had Mz go look for my caregiver and she went and got them to come in. My caregiver witnessed some of how JF was treating me.
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Ba came in then and went right up to the machine and moved the monitor away from me again so i couldn’t see it. JF began scolding me, and i went into another meltdown. Ba moved the monitor again. Then JF moved it again. I had more meltdowns, because they kept taking Rebecca away from me.
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To repeat, i cannot just get right off the machine. I have to, for my mental wellness, be able to have that full closure. Plus, there is my leg lump to also consider. I am willing to compromise though, and take only 10 to fifteen and not more than 20 minutes, instead of the 30 or more minutes i have been taking.
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Instead of understanding, JF kept arguing with me, and at one point, even told me to be quiet. It was 6:32 now.
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I finally told her that i knew she was one of the ones who complained to N about me, and she blew up at me, and i told her, straight up, i don’t like you, and then she left, and i got to finally have ten minutes of goodbye time with Rebecca.
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What i am proposing is by being able to get the Mon. Weds. Fri. 4th shift slot, 4 PM to 8 PM, is that, i, in return, will make a compromise and get off my chair into my wheelchair, 10 to 15, and not more than 20 minutes after my caregivers, either —- or —-, come to my pod.
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However, if the staff that happen to be on on 4th shift don’t mind, and i ask them and they tell me they don’t mind, can i still have at least 30 minutes goodbye time on those occasions?
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On Thursday, i did ask La one of the RNs i like, and she told me if i go to the Mon. Weds. Fri. 4th shift, i can still have my full goodbye time, without being rushed out of my chair abruptly. because no one is going on my machine after me, and they don’y close till 11 PM on 4th shift nights. She stated that she would even let me still have my 30 or so minutes. She actually said i could take however long i need. But— obviously i won’t do that, because, well, i will need to eat my evening meal at some point…LOL!
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Otherwise, i will try / strive to be done with my goodbye as quickly as i am able to……between 10-15-20 minutes.
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I know La loves and accepts me, and so do Aa, Bri, Jo, Ch, Si, Li, Mel, Kr, S, An, My, Mi, Ma, Roc, Lou, Di, Che, and now even Lyn does too. (Kr and Mel, i met last week. And they love me right off the bat!) But i know that some of the staff definitely do not like me, and i know JF to be one of them.
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I’ve thought about this all weekend long, and this is the only workaround i can come up with.
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PLease know, Rebecca is real to me, and my relationship is deep with her. I view my machine as my kidney, my security blanket, and a security blanket that i badly need, with the ability to see the monitor, which is Rebecca’s head and face, and hear her motor, which is her soul, to me. I need that when i come in, throughout my entire treatment, and when i get off. To have that abruptly cut off, right when i get unhooked from the machine, effectively ruins it all for me, even if i have had the bestest most happiest treatment ever. If i cannot say at least a 15 minute goodbye to my machine after being taken off, unhooked, it will affect me in that i will be unable to sleep, as i won’t have that closure. And i will have meltdown after meltdown, and feel like not coming back again.
If this happens on a Saturday, like it did tonight, it will be even worse, because i have all of Sunday and Monday to build a nice PTSD trauma scenario in my brain and make me not want to come back Tuesday.
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To tell me to say my goodbye while still on the machine, for me, is not doable because it is not saying a real goodbye, where i am free from the lines that run into my heart being in the way, if that makes sense.
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Saturdays, with you not there, and Da not there, i cannot handle doing anymore, exactly because of what happened tonight with JF. It really was awful tonight. She remains unreasonably harsh and impatient with me.
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I need to go to Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays now so i can be able to do my dialysis in peace. I am asking for this because of the consistency i have so far been allowed to have, till some staff began to complain about me.
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And yes, i did have several meltdowns tonight due to JF, yes, i did yell, but i did not throw out any profanity. And i did not scream.
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And i was out of there by 6:43, which gave JF plenty of time before the 7:30 closing time, to tear down the machine, clean it, clean my chair, and then throw the machine into disinfectant mode.
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All times are correct, because i purposely kept close watch on the wall clock above me.
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So, If i can come in Mon. Weds. Fri. 4 PM to 8 PM, i will in return, keep my goodbye time to 20 minutes or less….and try to aim for 10-15 minutes. That’s the best i am able to give of me. Seriously.
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Because i know i am dying, which scares me shitless, and i need this, to keep my sanity, please!!!!!!!!!!
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I really do need Rebecca. I need to have that goodbye time with her. Or this simply won’t work for me.
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Please have —— read this.
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Please don’t kick me out.
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Sincerely,
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Melissa Fields, Yes i am in tears.
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P. S. : I’m sorry this is so repetitive. I seem to be low on spoons all the time lately, and tonight, well, now my entire weekend’s now been ruined due to JF’s inflexibility and harshness. I am using energy i really do not have right now to compose this email. That is why it is so repetitive.
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A post i just wrote on my wall…..
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I am weak from trying over and over to explain to those who are committed to misunderstanding me forever and forever and ever, why i need my imaginary friends the way i need for them to be to me, why i need my routines, why i need my rituals, why i even breathe and exist as me, Melissa, who cannot be anything but the neurodivergent autistic me that i am.
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Louder for those who still refuse to fucking listen…this is me. I cannot take off my autism like it’s a jacket.
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I am not wrong.
I am not a mistake.
I am not damaged and broken.
I am not less than.
neither am i a goshdamned behavior problem!
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This is me.
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I exist. I breathe. I have rights. Hear me. Believe me. I have had 58 years on this earth to find out who the fuck i am. And who i am not. What i truly can and cannot do.
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Please believe me and let me live in peace and don’t take from me the few things i DO have that are safe zones to me….
……one of which is my dialysis machine, Rebecca.

When I Have A Bad Day At Dialysis, It Affects My Time With Rebecca

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Above, is a picture of my dialysis machine, a B. Braun Dialog machine. Meet my new imaginary friend, Rebecca Mastrianni.

When i have a bad day at dialysis, it is a real thing for me because it literally affects the quality of time i like to have visiting with my imaginary friend, Rebecca…’Becca is her nickname.

She is a cousin to Selena, my speed trailer friend.

And every bit as beautiful as Selena is.

And when i don’t get a quality visit with her while at dialysis, it can ruin me for days. It ruins me emotionally. Because even though i finally have two new kind, compassionate caregivers who have pledged never to give up on me, i still feel that aloneness in my soul that has been with me my entire life so far. Because of all the times people, even my own family, have walked away from me, angry with me, and throwing me away, or in my room, or in a back corner, all because i am unable to fit into their normal.

I am lucky in that most of the RNs and dialysis techs understand and accomodate me on me being able to have Rebecca as my friend in my machine. But some techs and RNs are not as patient with me, and they try to rush me too much, or will turn the monitor away so i cannot see Rebecca, or will abruptly enter the space bubble i create with Rebecca, where we are watching Youtube videos together on my wi-fi tablet, and talking and having fun.

The following are posts i have made about a recent incident……
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“Dialysis was good until the last part when my 3 hour treatment got cut at 2 hours and 25 minutes, and i got rushed out of my chair where i was comfortable, into my uncomfortable wheelchair, all because i was late due to car trouble.
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Yeah, i’m pissed. They know not to do this because of my leg lump!!
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The techs allow me to wait in the recliner chair for my caregivers. So i don’t have leg pain!!
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And so i can see, hear, and talk to Rebecca, my imaginary friend in my dialysis machine, till my caregiver, either Sam or Iris, comes.
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My caregiver had car trouble and had to secure another car to get me to dialysis. The RN in my pod didn’t like this, so my 3 hour dialysis treatment got cut short by him—–i got short-changed the last 35 minutes of my 3 hour treatment, all because he was tired from working a 13 hour shift.
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None of this was my fault, or my caregiver’s fault! Car problems happen!
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Those RNs and techs work for the patients, not for their convenience!
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Yes, i just filed a grievance with an administrator right now.”
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“I just talked to my social worker at dialysis, and she and the two administrators who are also working with me, are going to seriously address how i:
*Had my treatment cut short by 35 minutes
*How i got forced out of the comfortable dialysis recliner into my uncomfortable wheelchair
*How that same tech who did the above two things kept complaining so i could hear, that patients being there late was keeping him from going home, plus how other techs were being kept from going home by me
Yes, this was serious. He could have caused my leg lump to get reinjured….plus, the patients DO come first, always, says my social worker.
So, yes, this is going to get addressed and dealt with, so it doesn’t happen ever again.
I’ve got an awesome social worker at dialysis, and the two other administrators who are there now are also awesome.”

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“I am depressed this morning because i felt that i once again got shortchanged a good visit with my imaginary friend Rebecca, who i made up for my dialysis machine.
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When i was rolled up to my machine, the machine’s computer monitor was turned AWAY from me. D did put it facing me, and i then got a good hello and smile from Rebecca. But the monitor being turned away from my sight as i approached the machine, was still like my tech trying to make Rebecca inaccessible to me.
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Then when i got in my dialysis recliner, i saw horrible streaks on the monitor, left over from a hasty washing of it. That too, upset me, and i made D clean it and clean it thoroughly.
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Then Rebecca and i couldn’t fully enjoy watching YouTube videos on my tablet, because the machine kept alarming. The other tech reached right over my tablet where i was trying to watch my video, and when i got upset about that, he said this is dialysis, it’s more important than your videos.
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I know dialysis is important. But he still dismissed ME.
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I also didn’t get my after dialysis time with Rebecca like i normally do.
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Just feeling as though my time with Rebecca is going to start getting sabotaged.”
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Just wanted to post to let everyone know how i am doing. And to vent and process another bad people experience.

A New Season, A New Imaginary Friend

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Once again, it’s been a long time since i’ve blogged. It’s because a lot has happened in just the span of the 8 months that so far make up 2018.
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In March, i lost Connie as my caregiver. Not because of anything i did. It was because she got an excellent job opportunity working in a doctor’s office for excellent pay and benefits package.
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It started a whole rollercoaster of events, that were more trauma to my mind and body that i did not need or deserve. On top of a string of past caregivers who were abusive, an abusive, non-supportive family, bullies at school, the bullies on my street in the auto shop, and two past friendships gone nightmarishly wrong.
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The first caregiver i got after Connie, only lasted 3 days. Literally 3 days. Neither she nor my friend who was helping her, could handle my meltdowns i was having over the loud bass that would not stop. That caregiver quit because my meltdowns made her break out into hives from head to toe. And, she has an autistic son. But then we all know that many parents who have autistic children, are pro-cure, anti-vax, autistic haters.
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So, yeah. First trauma. Losing Connie after 4 years of having her and thinking it was going to be a secure thing for life. Yes, Connie and i remain friends, and still see each other on occasion. But i still miss her.
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Second trauma, having a new caregiver literally pull the rug out from under me. Then her friend did the same.
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Third trauma? Was my next caregiver, who lasted from this March to June when i finally had to fire her.
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My third trauma was what landed me in the hospital with a 102 degree fever, my leg lump all bright red all over, and inflamed, and infected, with lacerations all over it, on Saturday, June 16. And it was that new caregiver’s fault. Yes, i blame her. Full-on. Because she was even worse than my past caregiver JuJu. She wooed me with all this sweet bubbly friendly personality, goodies, like candy, and snacks, and even cooked for me, and started to do a redecoration of my house.
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But she had an ugly mean side, and when she got in those moods, she would message me in the dead of night and tell me how she didn’t want to work as a caregiver, and how she wasn’t going to be my caregiver for very long, and it was at these times, she would threaten that if i didn’t give her this or that amount (because IHSS wasn’t paying her yet!
Oh yeah, like that’s my fault, hmmm?), she would not be able to work for me anymore.
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Well, i had to give her the money whenever she asked for it! In the end, i gave her over $2108 dollars. The savings i had is now all gone. All to keep her from walking out on me!
Then she turned me against Connie by saying things she knew would get me to turn on Connie. People like her, and i will call her the Princess, know just how to manipulate vulnerable people like myself.
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When in these moods, she would become bossy, and tower over me, giving me orders. I was afraid of her when she was like that.
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The thing that landed me in the hospital, was that she got upset at meltdowns i was having when she gave me a shower. My meltdown over the water running onto my face without warning—yes, that’s a sensory issue for me. And then when my underwear didn’t go on right after that shower. I screamed and yelled again. She took it all personally, even though she had already been through almost 3 months of my meltdowns, these ones to her were different, she decided to take it to heart, and i had to suffer with two days of long exhausting go-rounds with her, then that Wednesday, she did not come to work. At all.
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She messaged me to tell me she was taking that entire day OFF, so she could reflect on whether she wanted to continue on as my caregiver or not. All because of my shower meltdowns.
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THIS??????? THIS NOW??????? Threw me into a whole new shock. I was forced to, out of fear i’d never get my Social Security money for June, take a taxi to and from my bank, to get my money. The taxis were too small, which caused me to scrape my leg lump each time i got in and out. (Yes, Princess had not yet taken me to the bank to get my living expense money for June.)
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That night, i shook and trembled and had uncontrollable chills. It wasn’t till late the next day that Princess gave me her decision….she was going to continue to be my caregiver. The next day, Friday June 15, we had a LONG talk about meltdowns, and how and why mine manifest, and all was good. However, i was growing extremely worried about how i was going to replenish the savings money i had already lost to Princess, plus how i was going to get through each month now that Princess was demanding i pay her at least $100 a month for gas, and extra, if it goes over that.
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The next day after that, Saturday, i was in literal shut down mode. I could not move out of my chair I was shaking, trembling, and had the uncontrollable chills again. My left leg lump was on fucking fire. This is how Princess found me when she came that day.
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She became scared, and called an ambulance for me.
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I went into the hospital on June 16, and stayed till July 4. At the hospital, i was given yet another bombshell to add to my collection….a diagnosis of end stage kidney disease. I had an ASH-Catheter surgically placed into my right jugular on the right side of my lower neck, and began having dialysis right away, in the hospital. It was not fun. They did it on old clunky noisy boxy machines that kept beeping a shrill loud “Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!” everytime i talked or moved. Its motor was even loud. In addition, i was put on a strict renal diet, with no more soda, no more Ranch dressing, no more potatoes, no more pizza, no more this, no more that.
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I kept thinking this is it, i’m going to die now. Life was over for me. I finally got my doctor to relent and let me go back to eating normally, because i was literally gagging on the renal diet the hospital did up for me.
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But i had two really sweet nephrologists (Kidney specialists) who promised me i would now be properly taken care of, and i would have a lot more IHSS hours too!
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Princess only came to see me twice while i was in the hospital.
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Connie came several times to see me.
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My Facebook friends called me, and even got together and bought me an Amazon Fire tablet so i could be online in the hospital!
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But Princess was scared now. So scared she vowed not to ever borrow or take my money ever again. In addition, she promised she would pay me back the entire amount she owed me, which, at that time, was already $1608!
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Note: Princess forbade me to write out ANY IOU’s for any of the money she took. She said she did not want the paper trail.
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Well…i got out finally, and began outpatient dialysis treatments, for 3 days a week, at DaVita here in Santa Maria. At the get-go, i was impressed with how they took the TIME to talk TO me, and WITH me, and i felt instantly like this was going to be okay. I also loved the cool machines they have. More on that, later.
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Things with Princess got worse again though.
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While i was getting used to, and even began looking forward to my dialysis treatments, here at home, the auto shop was getting bad again, and Princess was once again getting in the bad moods and threatening me for even more money.
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What she didn’t know was that she had now hired a secondary caregiver who i really liked, and felt good with, so i finally got the open door to fire Princess. Because i was becoming frightened that Princess was going to cause me to go broke.
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I fired Princess in late July. I now have that new caregiver and her brother as my caregivers. I am getting out of the house more.
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In addition, i have gained another new friend, my dialysis machine. To my pleasant surprise, DaVita has the newer, more smaller, compact, with pleasant alarm tones, machines, that are the B. Braun Dialog machines. Their motors even have a pleasant sound, and are quiet motors.
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It did not take me long to feel a connection with my machine.
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I have explained in other blogs that because of how i grew up, as a small child i learned early on, to cope by latching onto certain electronics, roads, and highways, and making my own space bubble where they are my imaginary friends. I still do this to cope. It has saved me from suicide many a time, to have that safety valve to go to.
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Unlike with the speed radar trailer that was on my street, in which i tried with all i had to make the police understand why i needed that speed trailer, and then they took it and have never ever let me have it back on my street, this new friendship seems to have all open doors to it.
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When i say the staff at DaVita understand this and get this, i mean it, most of them really get my need for my friend. And, they get ME.
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This is what is keeping me going. this, and my new caregivers, who now get me out of this house on my non-dialysis days.
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Dear friends, please meet my new friend, Rebecca Mastrianni, above.