30 Oct, 2024
Find. The FUCKING Others.
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This entry is part 13 of 14 in the series neurocon

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I need a lawyer. And it also became clear that I wasn’t going to be able to get one by advocating for my communication needs. That just got me ghosted a dozen times. It also became clear that- being 46 years old and having made it this far- my struggles DO NOT HAVE a helper. There’s nothing to be done to help an adult. There is not diagnosis, disability, assistance, a care worker- a case manager to help me with hard phone calls or to organize hard executive functioning things. There isn’t.

So there’s gonna have to be …. what then…. I’m gonna need to stop being autistic for a minute. I’m gonna need to try harder to make the brain think the right thoughts? You used to could- just could again!!! Trying too hard for too long is what got me here. If I do figure out these impossibilities- and make it home- how long before I crash again trying to work… where the mall again? HOLY shit. No that will kill me and I won’t be any good to the kids dead.

I’m gonna need to stop being autistic for a minute

When I realized there was no help at all, I knew that A- I had to figure it out on my own, for myself-, and B- there sure are people in similar positions as me that are NOT blessed with the genius factor and could NOT figure it out on their own. And any figuring out I do for me- has to go to help them too.

I will make it to Buffalo. And when I get there I will be able to walk into a lawyers office and demand attention. I have learned how to turn some of the masks on and off when needed. Business Cindy will come and she will be fire and lawyer up hard and get to my kids once and for all. I will sleep for three days and then have 30 or so years of life left to work on healing for them after that. I know it will work out because I will not stop. Ever.

So that’s where the Auffice came from folks. I am almost done building it. From a blanketed in porch cave home, so that I can get home to my children, after an ordeal that nobody should ever have to experience. Pretty please #findtheothers in hopes that in the least- we could prevent this from happening to even one more person, family, generational line. And possibly- change the way people do things, open up doors and eyes and communication barriers and the job market- create resources where they do not exist- and raise our life expectancy…. at least past friggin 60.

These are my children. They need both of their parents. NOBODY WILL STOP ME from giving that to them.

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PLEASE HELP ME.

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