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An Update And New About Me

Hi, it’s me again! Sorry I haven’t blogged in awhile. I have mostly been posting on my Facebook and Twitter…..doing lots of writing via those two platforms. I mostly write about ableism, what it’s like being an autistic adult in a world that is still not built for autistics, and I also write about social justice / political things relating to disability rights, racism, bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, marginalized people, gun and police violence, and how our governmental leadership is seeking to roll back people’s rights to the 19th century Dark Ages again.

So..first an update on how I’m doing.

I identify today, as Queer, Bi-Sexual, and Non-Binary. Contrary to what some may believe, this isn’t a choice, but the way I have felt since I was a child playing with my little brother and his Tonka trucks, and making huge mud holes in our backyard, just as much as I played with my Barbie dolls.

Just as much as my Autism is a huge part of all that I am, so is my sexual and gender identity. Take all the time you need to sit with this. It ain’t changin’, because this is me, full-on.

I’m still doing dialysis, but have still been having a rough time due to Nurse W, and two other impatient and rude ableistic techs. But they have now put me back out on the main floor, Side A, and Nurse W is now gone daddy gone, as in she has a new job somewhere else that’s away from my dialysis clinic, so I no longer have to be “graced” with her presence when I dialyze.

I am much happier on Side A, as I still have my customized chair with the specially-built leg rest for my legs, and I am once again working with the kidney center staff members with whom I have always gotten along with very well. I have a wonderful social worker there, too, who truly has my back.

Connie and her daughter Natalie are still my caregivers. I am slowly losing weight, for the sake of my mobility and health only.

And now, I want to address some things, mainly some misconceptions that keep cropping up about me.

To my eldest sister, whom I love with all of my being, of course I forgive you! I forgave you long ago when I wrote that open letter to all of my family members back in 1994, and you called me one afternoon and we talked things out. I also forgive my second eldest nice sister, who I have also gotten to talk to—she and I talked after my mom took a fall on New Year’s eve 2019, two month’s before COVID happened. (No worries, my mom is fine now.)

I also forgive my eldest brother who passed away, who prayed for me daily when he was alive. And now, he is one of my guardian angels.

I also consider my mother to still be my best friend and ally. And to this day, I still call her at least once a day.

I am even finally starting to have positive dreams about my father now….and am beginning to forgive him for not getting and accepting me as I was when I was growing up.

It is the rest of my living family who to this day, my other 3 siblings, nieces, nephews, and in laws, who still don’t get how much or how deeply they have hurt me, and who still think of me as their “batshit” sibling/relative who always had too many “problems” and meltdowns. They refuse to believe I was born Autistic, that I was born with a whole different wiring system, and that my Autism does not make me Less Than, broken, and wrong, nor did it ever make me their personal punching bag/scapegoat for all that they say has gone wrong in their lives, “because of me”.

They still think of me as too weird and that I am an effing burden, who should just be shunned and shoved away in a nursing home, so I can risk being abused, neglected, and further isolated from the outside world and life.

I don’t “hold grudges” from my past. I am greatly traumatized by my past. There’s a difference.

Because that’s just how C-PTSD trauma, which I have, works.

When things happen that hurts one’s vey spirit and being/core of who they are,

that one has had no closure with,

and these things happen repeatedly, over and over and over again throughout one’s entire lifetime because they happen to have a disability they never got to, or refused to understand,

it causes deep and pervasive long term whole body affects: everything from nightmares, to flashbacks, (viscerally real flashbacks) to Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, to deep trust and abandonment issues, to constant hypervigilence, and startle responses, to fight or flight mode, to eating binges, and gastro-intestinal effects, plus other fun tings like sleeping disruptions/insomnia, a weak immune system, headaches, and lots of other physical health issues. Including things like kidney disease. Yes, kidney disease.

Trauma, being made to feel unwanted and unwelcome, and unloved…. affects us from head to toe.

And yes, this is shit I experience on an almost daily basis today. It breaks my heart that 3 of my siblings, and nieces and nephews, still won’t even try to have the hard conversations we need to have in order to make peace with one another.

The hard conversations that me and my eldest sister did have from 1994 on to where she now does get me.

I do happen to have a deep faith. But I channel my personal faith by speaking out on the things that have actually always mattered to me: injustice, racism, bigotry, anti-LGBTQIA hate, disability rights and justice, people’s reproductive rights being upheld, the Separation Of Church And State being upheld, us having voting rights, and clean air, healthy trees, flowers and plants, and clean water.

In 7th grade, Angela Davis was one of my heroes for how she spoke out on racism. She still is one of my heroes today.

I did not vote for Donald Trump, because he is an extremely evil soul….and the very antithesis of what Jesus was all about. You can take all the time you want with this too, but I am not a Trump supporter, never will I be, nor am I a Republican. I stopped being a Republican when they morphed into the Tea Party, and then cruel Trumpism came along.

I stopped being a Republican when I became informed.

Today, after reading America’s true history, and seeing way too many Black, Brown and Indigenous People still being appressed and murdered by police, and racist citizens, I am Left of Left, because I care to my very core about humanity, and I also do not believe it is my place to tell others what they can or cannot do with their own bodies.

I had many of these beliefs even when I was a moderate non-conservative Republican, and only was a GOP’er because it was what my family’s political party was.

I believe in a world that is just and fair and equal for all of humanity, not just those who share my same skin color.

I believe in Matthew 25 where Jesus says for us to welcome the immigrants and refugees, not cruelly separate their children from their parents and throw them into crowded filthy cages.

To those in my family who support Trump and Trumpism, big shame on you. You were raised to know better than to stoop to that level of low.

To my dear eldest sibling, I hate that I cannot sit down and pen you letters. I miss the days when you had internet and we emailed.

I seriously cannot handle handwriting letters anymore because of the executive functioning it takes, when I make mistakes or want to re-phrase something the whole page gets ripped up and I have to start over again, plus, sometimes my right hand shakes and same thing–I will rip the page up and start over.

And since COVID happened I no longer go in stores myself so I can pick out a nice birthday card for you anymore. Or you would have a nice birthday card each year from me. By the way, I hope you have a happy birthday this year. ❤ ❤ ❤

And in closing, it is my fervent hope that before I leave this earth, I will get to finally achieve my lifelong dreams and goals, and that I will also be able to help others find their happy in life.

Peace!

Being Punished For The Right To Live

It’s getting harder and harder for me, a full-on neuroqueer, neurodivergent Autistic adult, to handle going to in center dialysis anymore because the blowups just keep happening.

Four hours a day tethered to a machine, 3 times every week, I do this just to keep on living.

Even after educating them about autism and meltdowns, what they are and aren’t, they still revert back to calling it “behavior” and want to treat me with traumatizing ABA-style “behaviorism” that simply Does. Not. And. Will. Not. work with autistic people.

One cannot pray or behaviorize our autism away because we are hardwired autistic from birth to our final breath.

Autism is a Developmental Disability. It cannot be fixed and cured.

It is always when my nurse and or tech are hectic-busy with other patients and I happen to need help right smack dab in the middle of it all, that tempers tend to flare on all sides.

No one is being bad, no one’s to blame, only that dialysis clinics are often far too hectic paced in nature, and oftentimes fuses just get short on all sides.

I had a meltdown so bad today because

1) Nurse W was there—right in plain sight of me today,

and

2) my room acoustics were not there for me to sing to and enjoy.

(I love to sing to the tune of the room acoustics and call them my “chestnuts” because of how they resonate in my ears and calm me down to hear them—all rooms have room tones, this is why people like singing in the shower)

They were flattened out due to the computer station being moved, changed them so I could not hear them anymore

—my nurse got impatient with me, and I melted down—

—-and because I melted down, they had to take me off the machine and send me home after just 30 minutes on the machine, because I was hitting my head and hitting my chest area.

This is why I keep writing to educate all of you who do not know, how much we are disabled, not by our autism itself, but by the ignorance and impatience that we still get from non-autistics.

So you all will know what to do and say to keep a meltdown from happening in the first place.

I don’t fault my nurse. I fault the fact that there needs to be four nurses per side instead of two, and even more techs than there are per patient. When a dialysis clinic is short-staffed,. even the best angel can lose their patience.

How about just letting dialysis patients all have private rooms with each of us having a dedicated nurse and tech, instead of just lumping us all in side by side by side??? Like some clinics in Europe do?

But still—I have educated this clinic till I am blue in the face, and I still encounter these blow ups. These same and very preventable blow-ups.

Nurse W was abusive. She was all levels of abusive and gaslighty. But she still works there, so I still have to see her from time to time.

But my current nurse does not seem to have even one mean bone in her body.

She happened to be dealing with a new patient today, and because I had flat room acoustics, my anxiety went sky high, and I kept pushing my call button. She finally lost her patience, and scolded me. This led to me blowing up right into a meltdown, complete with hitting myself—I was mainly shocked that my usually mild-mannered laid back nurse was scolding me, when I know she knows how pervasively deeply that affects me.

Below is the poem I wrote to my social worker and to my nurse and nephrologist:

I am sorry, I apologize

I was not feeling well enough today

To be able to remain calm and controlled

In my dialysis chair

In the past two weeks I have discovered

that my chestnut noises are more resonant

and full-sounding

when the computer station is set a certain way

straight, against the wall

I am sorry I couldn’t wait

I am sorry I kept pushing the call button

when you were all busy

I am sorry

That I cannot get along with you all like I would like to

I do happen to love and care about you all

I am not there to cause any of you hell

I am in hell

because this clinic is not made for autistics like me

I do those chestnut noises all during my treatment

to keep myself from having anxiety and then meltdowns

Please understand that

I was upset because all of you kept pushing the computer away

and when you do that

I lose my noises

I am sorry that is so important to me

I like and wish to God In Heaven

that all of you would all like me

and get me

that is all I ask

That you all will learn to get me, please

Please listen to me,

see me,

hear me

I have to have these treatments

so I can live

So that I do not die

Please stop scolding me when I have a meltdown

I cannot help those

I can promise you

They are not a thing I choose to do

If you scold and judge me during a meltdown

It will escalate it and make it go to me hitting myself

I am trying

to educate you on what autism IS so you know

Because of Today I really want to quit dialysis

Not because it’s self pity

but because I cannot always be what you expect me to be

I have bad days

I have days when I have zero spoons

I am tired of going there

because sometimes you are too busy to give me what I need

Tired of making you all angry at me

for what I cannot help

I just am so tired…………

My Latest Medical Nightmare, Because This Review May Get Deleted Altogether By My Local Hospital–Yet Another Example Of Medical Ableism

CW: Detailed discussion of medical ableism in an emergency room hospital setting.

The following is a review I wrote on my local hospital’s Facebook page last night which got hidden for some unknown reason, so I am posting this in my blog so it does not get lost.

Although they do happen to shine in most other departments, and even their ER can be an awesome experience, I do not recommend going to Marian Regional Medical Center Santa Maria’s ER due to the awesome-turned-horrific experience I endured last Thursday, 2/17 to have my chest catheter exchanged for dialysis because I was unable to get an appointment for the cath lab to do it. And it needed to be done ASAP so I could continue my dialysis without interruption.

I went without eating or drinking a full 18 hours so I could get this procedure done.

In the cath lab, I am well taken care of, listened to, and they always remember me. They treat me like the valid human being I am. They take the time to even warm up my blankets before giving them to me. And when I come out of surgery, they make sure I have delicious food to drink and either a Sprite or Coke with ice to go with my sandwich.

In the ER Thursday, I had an almost 4 hour long wait, was even triaged promptly, and when I finally got a room, room 6, everyone was super friendly and I was treated very well, that is, up until the last, after my procedure was done and I came back from my surgery. And they saw that my friend had left for a break.

The nurses I had this ER visit were Melissa, who was consistently sweet, and Makayla and her trainee, Caitlyn. There was also a tall young man, also sweet, and my ER Doctor was Dr. Harmon.

When my friend who I asked to accompany me, left to take a break after my cath surgery, your nurses, both Caitlyn and Makayla, got downright rude….refusing to answer my call button—and on my end I saw NO evidence they were looking for food and something I could drink after surgery. Not even a warm blanket.

They wanted me to stay another long two hours without food or drink to get antibiotics via IV—yet no one seemed concerned that I was suffering from acute thirst and hunger and that me, a Type-2 pre-diabetic, was experiencing low blood sugar.

They were very unconcerned about my comfort and well-being.

I kept pressing my call button because I really needed to eat and drink something. And I got ignored……and then after a long wait while they literally sat outside my door giggling and gossiping—they would finally come in.

But still no move to secure me even a damn cup of water.

My experience in the OR that afternoon went great, and the surgical team all even remembered me and had my alternative rock playing.

But afterwards? Makayla and Caitlyn treated me like I was a mere sack of potatoes.

Also, when I got out of surgery, Melissa was nowhere to be found, even though I kept requesting her.

Both me and my friend kept reminding them I had gone without ZERO anything to eat or drink since the night before.

But I was still beyond hungry and parched from thirst.

I am Autistic, which is a Disability that also comes with accommodations under the Americans With Disabilities Act due to sensory issues, triggers, plus CPTSD, and it cannot be treated with behaviorism, fixed and scolded away.

I made it very clear to every staff member I encountered there of this fact. I always do this for my self-protection. They all seemed to get it, and me. Until my friend took a small break.

The sudden ignoring, giggling at me and giving me dirty looks from right outside of my door., taking their time to answer my call button, their sudden snottiness and snippiness and ableistic remarks…..caused me to become afraid to stay in that room any longer.

When I was starting to become upset due to not eating and acute thirst, and suddenly being treated as Less-Than I was dismissed and told cruelly…Makayla’s exact words:

“I think you need to spend some time thinking really hard about growing up, really, you should try it. It’ll make life better for you, otherwise, you are going to just fail in life.”

Judging others when you don’t know them is all levels of wrong and unacceptable. Maybe I’m not the one who needs to grow up.

It was at this point, I was like “Fine! I’m done!” I asked to have them call my friend back in. I requested to sign an AMA so I could just get the hecky damn outta there.

I only got a bit over an hour of my two hour antibiotic regimen.

Caitlyn then proceeded to throw the barest minimum of discharge papers at me, plus my AMA, without a clipboard, I had to ask for a clipboard—all I got was just my post-op instructions, with no paper record of who my doctors were on this visit, and what meds I was given—like I always get when in the cath lab.

Makayla then went onto told my friend when she came back that she did go all over the hospital to try to find me a good ham sandwich, like the ones I got at my last cath lab visit that were so delicious—- because I cannot handle turkey—yet, I saw no evidence or indication that this was being done.

I am afraid to ever use your ER again. Next time, I will have my cell phone with me.

Thank you for the added trauma. you have added to my already traumatized life.

You need to once and for all fix your still pathetic ER. Or take “Humankindness” out of your name and motto.

Y’all can see my full review on Marian’s Yelp page, as I tried to re-edit the one I wrote to MMRC’s Facebook page, and FB glitched on me and wouldn’t let me re-do it at all.

The above post was hidden, however MRMC did comment, so here is my response to their comment:

I need to know why my post was hidden from your page, please.

In addition, I definitely plan to follow up on this because my ER experience gone *no good horribly bad*, only added to a 62 years long lifetime of real C-PTSD trauma for me that I am unfortunately still processing. Today.

I had to do the AMA because I was frightened to stay any longer after your nurses began being rude and neglectful. This caused me to not receive hour two of my two hour antibiotic regimen that was prescribed me post-surgery.

I have responded to your Messenger message. In addition, I did complete and submit my survey on my phone where it was considerably harder for me to write out the comments I wanted to write. So I kept referring to my Yelp post, as I found this above post to be hidden from your page.

The removal of my valid post silences my valid complaint as a human being who was gravely wronged by staff of your public medical facility. I was not even allowed to post this in a review on your page, so I had no choice but to to post this in your Community tab.

I am an Autistic / Disability Activist Writer / Blogger, so I do happen to write about ALL matters related to our rights and dignity as human beings who just want the same equal freedoms / accessibilities in life just like non-disabled folks enjoy.

That’s not a huge ask.

So many of us with hidden disabilities are treated this way, Othered, gaslit, and treated as Less Than, and by my speaking out, I am helping not just myself, but my fellow Disabled friends in the Autistic /Disability Community here on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc.

You CAN fix this, Marian. It needs to be fixed.


How I felt In 2013, How I Feel Now About My Family

This post is derived from a post from November 2013 that came up in my Facebook memories this morning about the biological family I was borne into.

Because the holiday season always brings old family memories to the surface. Whether good or bad.

Some of us are blessed to have supportive accepting families.

Some of us…are not..so we create chosen families where we do fit in and belong. I now have a wonderful chosen family made up of my two current caregivers, and a handful of close Facebook friends.

And it is even worse when you were born fully neurodivergent instead of neurotypical. And you grow up feeling like you are an outsider, like you are never good enough, and you don’t fit in or belong anywhere. Because you’re thought of as too weird and too different. And yes, even the dreaded R word.

Othered. Less-than. It. Retarded. Please know why that word is a bad word and don’t use it anymore, even as slang, because it is a Disability slur. It is every bit as bad as the N word is to Black People.

I do want to say this: Part of my family do accept and support me—my mom, and two of my sisters: my second eldest one who lives with my mom, and my eldest one who lives in Arizona.

The one who live in AZ, I was very, very close to as a child, but then when I entered high school, she and I grew apart, and did not become close again until 1994 when, at the encouragement of my then psychologist I was seeing at the time, I wrote a long open letter to my whole family to let them know how much they have hurt me, and my eldest sister was one of the only ones who took my words to heart, and she was able to call me and fully acknowledge and deeply apologize for her part in all of my hurts from my time of growing up in the Fields Family.

The following is a post I wrote from November 2013 that came up in my Facebook memories this morning. It was written on Thanksgiving Day 2013, or rather what I now refer to as Indigenous People’s Day Of Mourning. Because even though I still celebrate it to give thanks for my many blessings, and to eat good food, and hang out with my chosen family, I now know the true, and sadly, very ugly history behind this holiday, and you should Google it too, just Google #WeLiveOnStolenLand, Indigenous Day Of Mourning, and what you need to know about what really happened on Thanksgiving Day.

But that is for another day for me to blog about. And I will.

My post, re-edited, from November 2013:

I am still seriously sorry I was born into my particular biological family….and wish I could just divorce most of them.

Today, trying to talk to my mom, she reaffirmed just how much my middle sister who has me blocked on Facebook still holds me responsible for her suffering all of her life. This sister thinks that I “act” the way I do on purpose, and seems to feel as if I am a burden to be ridiculed, shamed, shunned and ignored by my family.

They just seem to want me to go away silently.

I am not going to do that.

I still to this DAY, wish to God I could be adopted by a nice family who will help me by being here for me and helping me to finally get the help I need so I can work to salvage what is left of my health, life, and joy.

My middle sister never has liked me. But it’s totally on her. I did nothing to hurt her, except to be born the completely neurodivergent goofy silly Autistic me I have always been. Growing up, I was merely reacting always to the way she always beat me down with her words and her intolerance of me, all of my life.

She would never let me touch her hair, which was long reddish-copper-auburn and silky shiny. Shiny hair has always fascinated me to a level of excitement that only an Autistic person would understand. Shiny hair has always been one of my main go-to Autistic stims, and she hated me for it. Hated me for all of my goofyness. Hated me because of how I drew all the time, and how I was always drawing pictures of my imaginary friends. Imaginary friends I have always turned to to cope with a fully ableistic world that still to this day does not get autistic people.

All of my life I have felt I was the cause of my family’s stomach aches, headaches, and anything negative that happened to them. I was always told that too. My mother would often refer to me as her penance. Yes, there were often times when my own mom would turn against me. Which only added to my hurt and trauma.

I always felt like I had to apologize for just being me. My mom, whom I love dearly, and who, for the most part, IS in my corner, even was always very embarrassed by me. Because I have always had a loud voice, and have always been a very forward and outspoken person. Like, no filter outspoken.

My father? Was a monster who I both feared and hated, because he never accepted me. I was beaten, thrown in my room, screamed at, roared at, even for my likes, quirks, and opinions because they always differed from his narrow conservative intolerant ones.

Yes, he put a roof over our heads, fed and clothed us. But if he didn’t like you, he came down HARD on you with hellfire and brimstone and death. That is how I always felt around my father. Like I was always <thisclose> to death itself.

I was never allowed to talk at the dinner table, other than to say “Please pass the salt, please pass the potatoes” type of thing. I would get sent to my room, and / or spanked. Worse yet, he would pull hard on my ears, or my hair really hard to get me to mind him. He would also hit me on my face and head. If I didn’t do as he said, he would beat me and throw me in my room. I couldn’t even joke with him. Or show him a drawing at the dinner table. That would get me beaten and thrown into my bedroom with the door locked—from the outside.

He hated it when I would walk in front of the TV when his football and baseball games were on, even though the bathroom was in the path of the family TV.

In sixth grade, through the end of my Freshman year in high school, I went through a long period of time where I was quieter, and more afraid to talk and be myself because I was tired of being chastised and told how weird and different I was.

This was from 6th through 9th grade, then in 10th grade, I began running away and having explosive temper spells, and meltdowns. I would regularly break chairs and kick holes in doors and walls…..because I was never being heard and listened to.

It was unbearable frustration for me to be in a family with so many hierarchies, so many unwritten rules, and do’s and don’ts, that it caused a great volcano of anger in me. Anger that stemmed from all of the hurt and rejection of me as the person I was.

I ran away four times that year, because I longed to find a family who would see me as a human being and take me in. I felt in a new family, I would finally be loved, finally be accepted and that I would finally be popular at school too.

Also when I was a sophomore, right when school began for all of us kids, my little brother suddenly without explanation or reason, became a literal angry demon towards me and began glaring at me every night at the dinner table.

He would growl diabolically at me, and say things like “Huuuumphaaaaaa!” and call me names like “Pig-aaat!” And say, over and over again, that I was not a part of my own family.

His whole face would contort into such hate it frightened me to pieces. It got so bad, I began to eat my dinner every night in my room. I had to literally beg my mom to talk to him to make him stop this. And he wouldn’t. He was eleven. I was a Sophomore in high school.

I couldn’t even watch TV with the family at night anymore because of how he began treating me. I had to miss shows I loved, like the new “One Day At A Time” show that came out that year on CBS, that had Mackenzie Phillips and Valerie Bertinelli who starred as two teenagers of a single mom who lived in Indianapolis, Indiana.

At Christmas that year, I did participate with the family, but my eldest sister, the one who now lives in AZ, who I was NOT getting along with at the time, placed a huge box right in front of me, cutting me totally off from the others when we were all talking at our dinner table after dinner and the opening of our presents.

Deeply hurt, I went into my room, in huge heartbroken tears, and my middle sister who has mostly blamed me for all of her suffering, the one who today has me blocked on her Facebook, actually saw my eldest sister do this, noticed how I immediately got up from the table to go in my bedroom, and she came into my bedroom along with my mom, actually FULL of compassion for me, and promised me from then on, she was going to be kinder to me, and not do things to make me feel left out anymore.

I got along very well with my middle sister from then on, until 1991, when she moved to Idaho. From then on, she has slowly turned against me again. No, it didn’t happen all at once, but as I kept calling her to complain about the bullies next door, and across the street, it seemed to sour her on all things me again.

The majority of my Sophomore year of high school, I continued to have to spend most of my time in my bedroom after school, and still could not even watch TV with the family because of my little brother and how mean he got towards me, with the awful looks and awful remarks he would make.

To this day, I am fully estranged from him. Even though he did realize how mean he was being the summer after my Soph year, and he stopped for awhile, when he got married to his second wife in 1989, he began to shun me, and began telling my mom, his new wife and his two kids even, that he was afraid of me because of how I began to pick on him after he got mean to me. He says that I was mean to him.

It was my reaction to how he was suddenly treating me, because I literally couldn’t handle it. It was too much for me to bear being in the same room as him when he was in demon mode.

Remember, he was eleven when this happened, old enough, I felt, to know right from wrong, and he chose to literally cause me to have to self isolate for one whole year of high school and then again, the first semester of my Senior year, when he again went into demon mode on me. When I was a senior, he already knew what it did to me when he would go demon on me. He already knew how it literally sent me into a full mental tailspin. He was thirteen then, and he knew.

This time it wasn’t just me, but he also went full-on demon on my sweet angel of a friend Kathy who would have never hurt a fly,….and treated her mean too, when she came to stay with me to go to a family reunion with us.

In 1999 when I drove all by myself to visit my family who most of them had already moved to Idaho, my brother avoided me completely.

In 2005 when my mom was here visiting me from Idaho (she moved there too in 1996), she was talking to him on my kitchen phone one afternoon, and him just hearing me in the background, yes, I was having a meltdown that afternoon because of a thing my mom had done to my bedroom drawer–she had gone in and rearranged it without my consent, and him hearing me upset, he literally told my mom that if I moved to Idaho, he would have to stop having the family barbecues. Because, as he told my mom that afternoon, my being there would ruin the family BBQ’s for him. In other words, even in 2005, he still did not consider me to be a part of my own family.

The ONLY things I am guilty of with my baby brother, is becoming hypervigilant with him after he suddenly turned on me my Soph year of high school–meaning, yes, I did begin picking on him to make sure he would not be mean to me ever again, and when he would get mean behind my mom’s back then lie to my mom about it–well, that made it all the worse for me. Because my mom would believe him.

And, also, when we were kids, I loved my baby brother. He was my playmate, my best childhood friend. And yes, when I began going through puberty, I did start pushing him away…..because, well, puberty was happening, and I wanted to be like all the OLDER kids in my family, not him anymore. If only I could go back and undo me pushing my baby brother away, when all he wanted to do was play with his kid sister. Because he had been so used to me playing with him all the time….when we both were children.

So yes, I am guilty, of pushing him away, when he wanted to play, and then of picking on him after his demon mode began manifesting.

And to my baby brother, I am so, so sorry for pushing you away, when you still thought of me as your kid sister. Can you ever forgive me for my cruelty, for shutting you out of my life the way I did?

My sister, the one who has me blocked on her Facebook? Has reverted back to hating and blaming me for all of her suffering. To my middle sister, whatever it is I did to cause you so much agony…I still don’t know or understand to this day, but If I ever did do or say anything to hurt you in our times together as a family, I am also sorry and ask for your forgiveness.

I’m not writing this, nor writing my life story, to maliciously bad-mouth my family. It was NEVER my purpose in going online first on Tricia Kenney’s BlogTalk Radio Embrace Autism Show, and then in blogs, and more radio shows and YouTube videos. My reasons for telling my particular life story, have always been, and are, purely to educate you who read and listen, on how it is to be Autistic, and also so my bio family finally gets why I was the way I was, and will finally stop hating and shunning me for it!

I didn’t find out I’m Autistic until a week before I turned 39 years old, in May of 1999. Back then, I got labeled as having Asperger’s, and now I hate that term and reject it as the one who invented the term, Hans Asperger, was a Nazi who hated Disabled people.

I am also non-binary, and queer. I have always felt sexual attraction to all genders, not just cis hetero male.

Today, I also have end stage stage five kidney disease, and have been on in center hemo dialysis for three and a half years now.

As I have grown, I have had many more traumatic experiences with past caregivers, and past friends, who either could no longer handle being friends with me or just were total douchebags. Many of these experiences were very scary, and they have also contributed to the C-PTSD trauma that I walk with today. I have deep trust and abandonment issues today and am ultra sensitive and hypervigilant because of how so many still don’t get Autism or Autistic people.

So, this is why I write. Because my pain, this pain I carry, is so deep, pervasive, and never-ending.

I am not a monster. I am Autistic. I was born Autistic. I am going to die Autistic. There is no cure or fix for my Autism…and no one should try to cure and fix us.

Every holiday season I mourn for what I could have had with my biological family all those years and seasons—for what I still could have—if only we could sit down and have the hard conversations that it’s going to take, and not walk away, but face it all, once and for all, what was done, what was said, what we all felt, just get it out in the open.

I am willing. I don’t know how much time I have left on Mother Earth, and I want to make the effort to try to heal what happened between me and my middle sister and the two brothers I have left on Mother Earth. I now that my eldest brother who is now in Heaven now knows, because I know he comes to visit me now that he is on the other side. I think he has become one of my Guardian Angels.

I feel my late brother Ed’s presence quite often ever since his passing in May 2018, especially when I am in distress, when I’m sad, hurting and depressed and I just feel like I want to give up on everything.

It is because of him, my mom, my two sisters, my two caregivers, my one caregiver’s son, and the friends I have made through Facebook’s Autistic / Disability Community, that I have not yet given up.

Thank you, and Happy Holidays.

A Something—A Huge Something That Needs To Be Said

Putting this here, because, well, Facebook’s new platform now has this super uber angry-making and frustrating to NO end habit of eating posts we write if they are long posts.

I need to say a huge something. A HUGE something. Because you all need to know this.

And yeah, this does keep me awake at night. Lots of nights, not just because of my own situation, but the situation of many of my friends, and all who are marginalized.

Our economy is sadly designed so that those who are upper middle class, wealthy and filthy rich have it easy peasy, and can afford everything that comes their way, including staple expenses we all pay for such as groceries, medicines, vitamins, utilities, internet, healthcare, etc., but the rest of us, who are middle class, low income, poor, disabled, elderly, etc., are now being literally gouged—-each and every single month. Gouged to where many are homeless or incarcerated. Gouged to where many turn to self medication, drugs, and crime to cope and survive.

Our cruel pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps Capitalist system is designed to literally leave out those who are Black, Brown, Indigenous, Disabled, Elderly, LGBTQIA+, Immigrant, and etc. Add Americanized Trumpified Evangelical Christianity to this mix, and yeah….it makes for a toxic systemic living hell that literally leaves huge groups of us behind. Woefully and literally behind.

The lower income you are, the harder it gets just to stay afloat each month. Many of us turn to credit cards to pay for some of our monthly expenses because what we get in income each month is not enough to actually cover all of our monthly expenses.

And with the pandemic, prices at the grocery stores and drugstores have risen sharply. Prices all around have risen sharply. The wealthy and rich can afford these higher prices no problem, but the rest of us…this is eating us alive. It’s eating ME alive.

If you are disabled and cannot work—like me—your Social Security and/or SSI is your only source of income.

Many of us also do not have a supportive family. I do have my mom and two of my sisters, plus my two caregivers who help me all they can, but they too are struggling. And the rest of my family ignore me. They. Totally. Ignore. Me. And see me as a bad person because of my Autism, my meltdowns and my struggles.

Each month I have had to rely on my credit cards to augment what I get from Social Security. They pay for my skin creams that I need, my vitamins that I take to still maintain a semblance of (somewhat) healthy, plus books, and recreational outings and stuff I also need just for my sanity, because let’s face it, we ALL need to have outlets to stem the day to day mundane in our lives—and we need those things whether we are rich or poor, sorry, but that’s the truth. Human beings thrive if we have lives that can be actually fun too. Not just us existing.

And to add to my mix, I now have end stage stage five kidney disease, and have been on dialysis fort three years now. I am also Autistic, by the way, and have lifelong Complex-PTSD trauma from just how most have misunderstood my Autism and have treated me as lazy and just a walking bad behavior instead of a person with a different and disabling neurotype, because of all of my sensory triggers I have had my whole life. Because of all of my stims. Because I am still utterly FASCINATED by things like shiny hair. I STILL love seeing how the light plays in shiny hair, and I still call them AQUA SHINES. Just like I did in fifth grade.

It has ben an achingly LONELY LIFE of me having very few friends and allies because of all who misunderstand and villainize Autistic people as broken and in need of fixing and curing. We Autistics are not monsters. Get to know us and you will see that. Get to sincerely KNOW us and I promise you, you will see that.

Contrary to popular belief, not all or even a lot of poor, elderly disabled and homeless people are trynna game the system.

Most of our homeless and poor are those who have fallen through the cracks due to a woefully inadequate and antiquated mental health care system,
a woefully inadequate and antiquated physical healthcare system,
a woefully inadequate and antiquated judicial system that seeks to punish rather than heal people,
systemic racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, sexism, anti-Semitism, anti-Muslim hate, and every other kind of hatred and bigotry….
and an immigration system that also discriminates and punishes rather than seeks positive outcomes for those who are, in the vast majority of cases, fleeing their homelands to escape the poverty, hunger, and violence they are sadly encountering in the places they used to call their home, but isn’t anymore.

And our neglected inner cities and impoverished rural areas.

It is maybe 1% who are “just lazy and who ‘game’—abuse—the system.” Read that again. Most people are sincerely struggling—and more and more of us are struggling beyond what we can bear now.

When one has to work 2 to 3 or even 4 jobs just to pay rent, that ain’t okay.

When even our social safety net is designed to keep us trapped in fear and poverty, a never-ending cycle of fear and poverty, that is not okay.

Yes, Joe Biden, along with Bernie Sanders, AOC, and many other progressives in Congress are trying to re-do and expand Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid—and it is about freaking time. They are also trying to make these programs less hard for us to get, and less hard to be able to keep our benefits.

But so much more needs to be done to eradicate the poverty and suffering of marginalized folks. It can only be done if minds and hearts are opened, and we ALL rethink our outdated, antiquated, negative, bigoted, and racist ideas.

And let us start by dismantling those systems that got us all here in the first place—really and truly dismantling those oppressive harmful systems. Every. Single. One. Of. Those. Systems. And building a whole new system that prioritizes the full equality and dignity of humankind and our earth over corporations and rich people.

Thanks for listening.

A New Appeal-June 2017

Myself in our yard-summer 1975

My current situation is a Catch 22 wherever i turn. Not enough money. Not enough money. Never enough money. So, i am stuck here, in a place i hate, a place that is a prison, and a torture chamber, and an endless daily nightmare i wake up to every single day.
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I am a 57 year old Autistic adult, who is no longer in good physical health. I now suffer from very limited mobility, and it now very hard for me to walk, get in and out of cars, i can no longer drive, and can no longer take care of myself, so i have a caregiver, which is pad for by Medicaid. I am now housebound, and only get out because i have a caregiver who drives a car that i can get in and out of okay. I have never been able to work either, so i have spent my entire adult life since high school, surviving on very meager government benefits to get by all of this time.
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I need my Medicaid, mainly for the in home care i rely upon just to be able to keep all of my basic needs met. Without Medicaid, i would go hungry, and be without a way to keep myself clean, and my house clean, and i would be without heat, hot water, and electricity too. I would be all alone, lonely, and stranded. I would be forced to go live out the rest of my life in a nursing home, because i have no family support.
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My mom helps me by paying for my TV service, internet and phone, plus vitamins—-but when my mom passes away, then i am completely on my own, and will lose those things—-things that keep me connected to the outside world. Things that keep me a little bit healthy. Things that allow me to maintain friendships within the Autistic/Disability community on Facebook and Twitter.
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I have no family support from anyone else in my large family, besides my mom and one other sister who lives way out in the boonies of hot dry Arizona. I won’t move to Arizona, because the heat will kill me, literally, because of my physical health condition.
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Here are some things that the sister who lives with my mom has actually been telling me, posting these, because this illustrates the lack of support i have family-wise, plus their cruelty towards me—-also why i am not free to just go to Idaho and move in with my mom—-this sister lives with my mom—-Trigger warning for ableism—-
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“Gem” one—-My sister—–“I understand and respect your autism. But, and not being mean, and maybe cuz I’m feeling my age now, I hope that when you say you’re getting on a bus and leaving that state that it isn’t here that you’re coming. Not that I don’t care, cuz I do. I would probably have a stroke now though–my health is now as brittle as a fall leaf on a limb and the first strong wind (your meltdowns) will blow me to smitherings (lol) (not really funny though cuz it’s unfortunately the truth). (I couldn’t handle your music either 😉 (really). I agree, though, you do need to be moved, to a quiet place/street, and Mom needs to sell (those houses)………..just don’t know where though. 🙂 🙂 :)”
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Then this long “gem” she wrote me, and sent me links to agencies that she knew i had tried time and again, that she and i both knew would not help me this time either….Trigger warning for ableistic bad mental health slurs, and for calling Autism a mental disorder…… :
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My sister again—-
“ I’m not fed up with you, I’m just 61 going on 70 real fast and feeling it healthwise. But the night time calls aren’t really that good for Mom’s health-sleep-need either. So I spent some time yesterday afternoon and this a.m. researching places where you might find someone to call dispatch for you during the night and the following three were the best I found, but I’ll keep looking if you want–just let me know:
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California Nami for one has all kinds of advocates
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The next idea is so “HOT/COOL” and the Santa Maria Police Dept. is really supportive of the Neighborhood Watch Programs and I’ll bet they’d love having one on (your street).–can’t you just picture the Neighborhood Watch signs on your street? 😉 I love it!!!!! I really love this idea!!! Your new neighbor, E, might really appreciate having this program on the street too 🙂
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Neighborhood Watch
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Now don’t get upset by the next idea, as I’m not referring to you as a psycho but they offer a 24-hour crisis phone number and isn’t your Social Security disability based on your autism which was categorized as a kind of mental handicap? Anyway check out the following too:”
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(She sent me a link for a local Telecare mental health daycare program that i used to try to get help from when i still wasn’t sure where i fit diagnosis wise)
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Gem #3 that she wrote:
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My sister—–
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“ The only reason our phone is on during the night is in case someone in our family, including you, has to go to the hospital.
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Please find someone else to call dispatch for you, like one of your Facebook friends.
Otherwise, we’ll have no other choice but to turn off our phone at night, or I’ll be the one going to the hospital 😉
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Then this, also from that sister——this too is full of ableism, so yes, trigger warnings—–
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“I thought we pulled **** St. off the market so you and Mom could re-think your options because things were happening too fast and you guys weren’t prepared? Renting *** is dumb because right now it’s “show-for-sell-perfect” and Mom definitely won’t have the money to fix it up again if the renter’s wreck it.
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Also, we need to consider Mom’s “huge” credit card debt. If Mom dies, her creditors are going to immediately look into what she owns that they can attach their claws/liens to. This year we took care of this home, but your residence is still something her creditors can possibly attach and force a sale on.
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You guys really need to sell *** St. and you need to move into something that’s secure “for you,” that is either your’s or where the money off the sale of *** St. has been set up for you so you’ll be okay for several years. The money won’t cause you to lose your Social Security or Medicare. You can win the lottery and still keep your Social Security and Medicare. Duh 😉 You’ll only lose your MediCal. Big whoop! No big deal.”
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(Ummm—-no big deal???? I’ll lose my in home care if i don’t have my Medicaid, FFS!!)
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She went onto say—”Another idea: In 11 months, on your next birthday, you’ll be eligible to live, “in your own home,” in one of the wonderful 55+ communities (and many are not that expensive).
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Mom & I have even been considering such communities. In those communities you won’t have to worry about children, wild teenagers, dumb hot-rodding 20 to 40 year olds, or wild noisy neighbors or parties. Those communities are regulated by associations to keep things “nice” and peaceful. The sale off of *** St. could buy you a place in one of those communities plus leave lots of money left over.”
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Then she proceeded to send me a link to a mobile home park that is located in a VERY unsafe section of Santa Maria.
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This house itself that i live in and the cottage next to it—my mom owns both places—-is a money pit that still:
*needs full re-plumbs,
*my bathroom needs to have the floor ripped up, and a whole new sub-floor put in, then new tile, and a new toilet,
*I am sure much of the electrical wiring is not up to code
*I badly need a shower that is truly accessible—my current tub shower is not, even though i do have a transfer bench—it is still hard for me to get in and out of my shower *It is on a raised foundation, so there are three steps to both my front and back entrance that are now hard for me to navigate
*Both houses also badly need to be painted both inside and out—– —–so, if my mom were to sell this duplex as-is, she will not be able to get alot of money from the sale, because it is a fixer upper.
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I have no views here, just a small patch of lawn, small patch of blue sky, then asphalt, concrete, and then rows of ugly tin buildings to look at. I rarely get to hear any birds singing. I see no pretty flowers either.
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I need a way to get out of here to a place where i know i will be happy and where i will have more local friends, and supports than i have here. I won’t be able to do this unless i can at least get a way to get these houses fixed up and repaired, so that my mother can sell them for a good enough price.
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Being an Autistic middle aged adult, i am in hell on all levels because of where i live.
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I badly need to get away from here because of the constant sensory hell i am in due to the daily constant, all day long up and down, down and up loud traffic—-people hot rod and race through here constantly, which IS screamingly and roaringly loud, and top of that, they like to amp up their car stereos to where the bass is atrociously thunderous.
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I have no real way to truly buffer this noise—–and it has worn me down physically. In addition, i have had a long string of bullies in both the businesses and residents, who have seen my meltdowns, and instead of having compassion, they add to it, by doing just what they know will trigger me, so they can hear my screams and cries of sheer agony.
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I would be grateful and content to live here if it was not for the loud noise, the bullies who are still here, and the fact that these places need so much fixing up.
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I don’t know where or how to fix this never-ending pit of hell that i seem trapped in. I wish someone would read this who would have the means to help me to finally be able to not just get away from here, but to finally be able to have a dream i have had since i was a child, of living in the New England area—preferably near some of my Facebook friends.

Please Understand, I Am Going Through A Very Bad Season Right Now–A New About Me Blog

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A blog by an Autistic adult.

And i don’t know how i am going to get myself back out of this now, because i feel as though the hole i am in now, is way too deep for me to climb out of by myself.

I feel an onslaught of fear and anxiety all the time now, and cannot rest. When i do rest, i want to stay asleep, and not wake up.

I am fearful that my caregiver is going to get fed up with me and quit me. She has become like a close sister to me, and i admit, i cling to her more than ever now, because when she is not here, i literally have nobody to turn to, to talk to, to bounce my ideas off of, to share my thoughts with. When she is here, i love to share my thoughts with her, and love it when she and i can talk, and when she gets me to laugh and giggle. I love it when she wears her hair down, and she lets me play in it and look at the colorful shines in her hair. (Yes, for those who don’t know, i love shiny hair. And she has beautiful long brunette-dark red shiny hair.) Whenever i feel that i may have displeased her in any way, it bothers me so much that my entire night gets ruined by my worrying and anxiety over whether i have made her angry or burnt out?

Today, i am once again way beyond tired. It has been like this every single day now, ever since the police last took the speed trailer away from me…the nice speed trailer i had from June 2nd through July 19th of last summer. When it was here, it became my friend too….because all of my life, to cope with a world that still mostly does not get Autistic people, i have made imaginary friends out of certain roads, highways, and certain electronics. It is hard to explain to those who don’t understand how my Autistic mind works, how profoundly traumatic that was for me to lose the speed trailer a second time. Lately, i seem to never get enough sleep each day, and i feel like going back to sleep when i wake up. This is a combination of the worry and stress about my still-festering, still-bad living situation,still not being able to have the speed trailer put back here, and my worry and anxiety over the way things have been since the orange tanned dicktator got inaugurated.

All i want to do these days, is to curl up into a ball and sleep…..and not wake up till this is all over. Till we have a nice President again. Till i have a way to be able to move from here.

I have changed in the past 6 years.

In 2010, i still was learning about my Autism, and ableism, and neurodiversity. In 2010, i still was a moderate Republican, even.

In January of 2012, i still had a deep Christian faith. And lots of hopes and dreams and goals for myself.

Today, yes, i still believe, but i no longer wear it on my sleeve like i used to. Nor do i like to preach about my faith anymore on my wall. Why, you may ask? Life happened between then and now; by 2012, i had gotten so badly hurt by one too many churches, and by some so-called Christian “friends”—–and i turned very cynical and bitter and angry. All of these life experiences, plus meeting all of you wonderful people on Facebook, has woken my mind up, and turned me into a flaming proud liberal progressive.

I also finally felt comfortable coming out as bi-sexual due to being on Facebook and meeting all of you awesome friends. I have always felt attracted to both women and men, and i did come out to two of my sisters and my mother, in the past.

In March of 2012, i went through a violent verbal and emotional separation of a friendship between me and a man who also professed a deep Christian faith, but he was a man who used me financially, and who would get in terrible mean moods with me every other month. In March 2012, he turned against me one final time, this time for good, and tried to get me kicked off of both YouTube and Facebook both. This was a trauma that i still have not healed from. His cruelty towards me, still causes me to have bad nightmares even today, of him. One cannot put a time limit on PTSD.

And then right on the heels of that, came a long string of very abusive caregivers…..from May 2012 to March 2014. Yes, i blogged about it all in a six part blog series. Those added to my trauma and PTSD.

Even though i now have a good caregiver, and she has been my caregiver now for 3 years, i fear that she too will turn on me and leave. (I wrote alittle bit about that fear at the beginning of this blog.) That fear is a great fear still, because so many people have done that to me in my life. I KNOW i am not easy to get along with. I have a great any rituals, routines, am set in my ways, phobias, fears, sensory issues, triggers, that go along with being Autistic. Most people cannot understand that, and even the ones who do, soon grow tired of me and leave me. This is because most people think of my meltdowns as a behavior issue and they yell at me to get me to stop—and that only ends up making my meltdowns even worse…..and longer-lasting.

I no longer drive. I had to stop driving in April of 2012, due to a growing lymphedema leg tumor on my left inner thigh, and due to me growing more and more fearful of going places by myself anymore.

Since then, i have been mostly housebound, and have been relying on caregivers to come to my home to help me, so that i can remain living in my own home.

To be honest, I am depressed now….and am living only as long as God keeps me here. But to be brutally honest, life has gotten to be an unbearable daily hell for me. On all levels. And it is getting worse. Especially now that we seem to have a whole new regime in Washington DC. A new regime that seems to be all levels of authoritarian—and honestly quite terrifying.

I am truthfully holding on by what is left of my faith…..hoping that God will just take me in my sleep soon.
In the meantime, while i am still on this earth, i will do all i can to fight for the rights of Disabled /Autistic and all marginalized groups of people till i draw my last breath. Because i love you all. You all mean the world to me.
Which is the reason why i post so many political posts now. And why i now have my TV glued to the more liberal cable news channels all the time now. Because i am Disabled/ Autistic, and i am deeply involved in Autistic / Disability Rights……and out of that, i have come to really care deeply about this planet and all of the people and animal and plant life that inhabit Mother Earth.
Because politics and Disability rights and issues are intersected. Politics and Disability rights are completely interwoven. Our healthcare, our benefits that we rely on. Are all at stake now.
Because….these are frightening times we are living in right now.
Because this is who i am.
Please understand.

A Political Post, Because….

Today, i plan not to watch MSNBC at all until tonight when i can watch Rachel Maddow, Lawrence O’Donnell, and Chris Hayes.

I will not be watching the inauguration. I repeat: I WILL NOT BE WATCHING THE INAUGURATION.

Because i do not support him nor do i call him my president.

He was not supposed to be elected.

Yes, i AM going to dwell on this, because again,
he was NOT supposed to be elected.
It is clear that Hillary Clinton had the popular vote, and clear as the hand in front of our faces that DJT is a
narcissistic racist,
sexually abusive,
physically abusive,
verbally abusive,
hot tempered, mean,
vindictive, malicious ruthless monster
who lies,
who goes back on his word,
who makes fun of women for their looks,
who body shames,
who pokes fun at Disabled people,
who thinks Muslims are all terrorists,
who plans to defund Planned Parenthood and ban abortions,
who plans to go right along with all of the Republicans who plan to make deep cuts to our social safety net and healthcare system that will end up ruining the lives of real human beings, and killing us….
who plans to ban the press from the White House
who seems to have a real love for, and connection to, Russia,
who also has a very authoritarian personality,
who has said he wants to strengthen our nuclear arsenal,
who has already managed to anger several nations,
who plans to do away with the climate change agreement,
who plans to do away with everything that protects women and all marginalized groups from hate and discrimination
who plans to take away the rights of LGBTQIA people
and turn our country back to the bad Dark Ages before FDR, Lyndon Baines Johnson, and the Civil Rights Movement……
who plans to cut access to the lifesaving medicine for those with HIV/AIDS, who are now able to live because of those meds…..the list goes on and on.

………and our electoral college was supposed to be there to PROTECT us from demagogues like him!!

Didn’t happen, did it?

I Am Autistic, Not Spoiled

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I am Autistic
I am not a behavior problem
I am not a faulty broken appliance
My Autism
is a neurological developmental disability
That i cannot just take on and off
like one takes on and off their jacket or clothing
I cannot help it that i am easily triggered by
Abrupt changes
Changes happening that happens
without my first being told about it
and prepared for it
Harsh impatient angry tones of voice
Harsh impatient angry looks on the faces of others
Certain foods
Certain songs
Certain smells and scents
Certain atmospheres
Certain textures
Certain lighting,
especially if it is intensely strobe-like
The dark
Being chided or made fun of
Being told i said or did this or that
when i know i didn’t say or do that thing
Being told things are a certain way
when i knew they were another way
I am ultra sensitive to being criticized,
talked down to, condescended to and yelled at
Please understand when i am having a meltdown
it is not a temper tantrum
the meltdown has happened because
something has triggered me and
caused me sensory pain and anguish
sensory pain and anguish that is very real to me
As if i was being actually physically hit
or stabbed or whipped
it is especially at that time that
i need to be treated gently
My Autism cannot be fixed or cured
or scolded and yelled away
Nor can i separate myself from my Autism
It IS a part of me
It is all of who i am
My Autism does define me
It defines all of who i am
God made me and all other Autistic people
Please understand that I am me,
i cannot be and act the normal
that the world wants me to be.
Please understand this.
I love you, everyone.
I love you all,
and i really hurt when i feel
people don’t love and care about me.
Please let me be me and
don’t hate me for being my Actually Autistic me.

Rivers Of Anguish, Rivers Of Hope

Below are some of my latest posts. Because i am needing to write. because i really do need help. Because i really do need a way out of this jail i am trapped in. This jail that is made up of my toxic neighborhood, and the tiny 550 square foot box that i am confined to.

Sunday, Sept. 18, 2016–7:03 AM

“Oh boy, the sun is up early!! GRRRRRRRRRR!!! 😡 It’s gonna be hot today….i am so not looking forward to that!!! 😡

Grumpy me is going back to bed because it is still nice and cool right now, and i will just hope for the best, that my house doesn’t warm up too badly.

Just…..GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! 😡 ”

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–2:53 PM

“Oh God, this is AWFUL!!!!!!!!!! My living room is an awful hotter than Hades OVEN this afternoon—-i should have had the A/C window open—-it is not, and I AM SUFFERING HOLY HELL!!!!!!!”

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–4:14 PM

“I am okay now. My mom called the fire dept. for me, and they sent a nice police officer over to open my A/C window, so now i have the A/C going, and my living room is cooling off nicely. It got very HOT today, and i was almost ready to suffer heat exhaustion. Because here in my living room, it felt like it was 100 degrees. I was seriously burning up.

I REALLY hate my Sundays though, because i am alone with no one to help me at all on Sundays. At least i know i can call the fire dept or police if need be.

I think i will go cry now. I really feel like crying now. 😥 I HATE having to be alone anymore!!!! 😥 “

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–5:10 PM

“I am glad i did not have to die in my hot living room today, very thankful for the nice police officer who opened my air conditioner window for me—very thankful that my air conditioner still works!!! 🙂 “

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–6:09 PM

“The KSBY website says Santa Maria is still at 80 degrees as of now. YIKES!!!! :O “

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–6:56 PM

“I am glad the sun is setting now. I really want to move where it doesn’t get hot like this!! Yes, i am serious about this!! Because……i actually had to get a police officer to come to open my A/C window today because i was getting overheated to where i was going to pass out.

I had my mom call the fire dept. to do this, but instead, a nice police officer showed up to open the window for me.

Like i say—i’m glad i had this help. Otherwise i would have had to call an ambulance.

I am going to go eat dinner now.”

Sunday Sept. 18, 2016–8:44 PM

“Here are the places i would go if i could still drive and still had a car—but i had someone who would go with me so i am not having to go all alone:
*The San Luis Obispo Farmer’s Market
*Avila Beach/Harford Pier/Pismo Beach/Shell Beach
*Avila Valley Barn
*The movies
*Panera Bread
*Solvang/Los Alamos
*Downtown Friday Nights farmer’s Market
*Applebee’s
*Cool Hand Luke’s for ribs
*San Luis Obispo downtown/the mission
*Morro Bay/Cambria/San Simeon
*Crumbles Restaurant
*F. McKlintock’s for ribs
*Woodstock’s Pizza
*Waller Park
*a nice laid back church that accepts Neurodiverse, LGBTQ, and all marginalized people
I wish i had local friends who would take me to these places. I wish i was not all alone. I wish my family cared about me. I wish i was not in this trap, this cage i am in.”

9:43 PM

“I just watched the news as it was on after the Sunday night NFL football game, and found out that today’s temp in Santa Maria got up to 96 sizzling hot degrees. No wonder i was having heart palpitations, and feeling hot, flushed, and like i was going to pass out!!

If i had not of had my mom call to get someone over here—-a nice police officer came—-to open my air conditioner window, i could have died today. I am still feeling very rattled, and am now afraid to turn off the air conditioner for fear i will feel like passing out again.

96 degrees is way too hot for someone like me to have to sit in a living room that has turned into a hot oven; because of my leg condition, and i am also 3x to 4x plus-sized, with a new problem: low kidney function….i cannot get by without the air conditioner.

I am going to have potato chips dipped in ketchup now. Because that is what i am craving. I am also craving soft and doughy homemade sugar cookies. But i don’t have those, so….yeah…..

I hate my Sundays on desert island!! 😥 “

9:44 PM

“Yes, 96 degrees is way too hot for me!!! 😦 “

I then posted memes about Autumn, because i love that season, when the leaves all turn such beautiful colors, and the days are just warm enough to be comfortable, and the nights are nice and cool. I also posted a meme about all of the soft and doughy looking Christmas cookies i would love to have this Christmas.

I really am alone, and so lonely for local friends.
I am lonely to have more caring people in my life.
I am sad because most of my family coldly ignore me.
I am in pain all the time because of my legs, and this leg tumor makes it so hard to even sit and enjoy my computer.
This Spring and every Spring now when the hills are bright green from our winter rains, i always miss getting to get out on drives to see them and take pictures of them.
I long to live where i can see beauty outside—not these ugly yellow tin buildings all day long.

I am hoping that i can at least get my own speed radar trailer. I made a Go Fund Me page for that, and to also raise the money for a move to a place whee i will have the above things i so long to have.

I so hope someone will help me, please.

https://www.gofundme.com/2ckkdc4

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