It is time to admit something. I don’t think I can work after the Pandemic. As a result of sitting in Safe Beds having Seizure every night since I got here. I am realizing that working is no longer in the cards for me.
Since the Pandemic I have been denied my Human Rights. I have been denied access to healthcare, I have been denied access to affordable housing and I have been denied the basic human compassion one needs to survive. I am mentally scarred & physically worn out. I don’t see any circumstances where I can return to regular work.
To conclude, I guess my Dad is getting what he wants. I am admitting now from this point forward I am too disabled to work. I can’t control my Seizures, I can’t control my pain and I can’t control my temperament anymore. You win Randy Deroy. Your kids are officially all going handicapped.
If you look in the picture below you will see part of a generation destroyed. I am not kidding!
It is as if my family thinks the entire generation I am in should just quit and live on disability. Which is objectively insane on the face of it!
I have been autism Aware since grade school. Even I could tell back then! Social assistance is no way to live…
Three things they told me to do?
“Don’t worry about going to High School. Just charge your childhood molester.” This was something Mom wanted. Well I don’t want to charge anyone because then people will think I am just some Autistic person who randomly cries “Rape”. Something I demonstrated as Satire with Kaylib Drury.
“Quit working and go on Disability.” Dad said this. I don’t want to quit working… I am in pain & if I quit working I will never have any money for marijuana. I will just live in a constant struggle.
“Just Vote Conservative!” I don’t vote Conservative. I am queer and Autistic. I also saw the Harper Administration fight against gay marriage and marijuana legalization. I am going to go ahead and say no.
Listen the idea that 3/4 kids end up on disability isn’t good. It shouldn’t be celebrated. You are maiming your kids and walking away….
The only good thing about this experience is… I don’t have to ever worry about this happening again.
This is on the record now. I was put in Safe Beds against my will. That is deliberately how I recorded this event.
Why did I do this? I do not want to end up in long term care. Like my great aunt Barb I will fight it until the day I die. I will just not be as nice about it. I intend to be an *** !
Oh the photo above with Ashley & Matt was taken at Canada’s Wonderland. Where Matt wondered? “Why doesn’t Ashton Deroy want to use a disabled pass?” I just don’t Matt Clarke. I successfully integrated. You are asking me “Why don’t you want to opt to regress?” I just don’t.
I am 20 years in to Over Therapy. I find Psychology to be the hobby of the most boring people. The profession of people who overcompensate for mental illness. Lastly it is the bible of the over correctors.
Here is to the only person who deserves an Apology. I am sorry Kaylib Drury. I lied to you about my authentic personality. You might of thought I was nicer than I actually am.
This post is supposed to be about how I hacked the conditions of my autism and got better by myself. I dated a Psychologist, I learned coordination through yoga & I confided in a Social Worker as a child about the conditions of living with Kimberly Hill. That was never going to be enough for my family. Except with me learning psychology since childhood… I hate to say it this exercise was a trust fall not a obstacle course.
Someone else was literally supposed to offer to take over for me…