A peculiar woman who is close to me and about whom I just now almost wrote a book made an interesting point: because I am autistic, nothing in my life is ever going to get done unless I have someone up my ass making sure things happen, otherwise I'm going to find myself content on the street et cetera.
Maybe it needs context: I'm volunteering teacher assisting at a nonprofit doohickey I enrolled in because I had no job-getting soft skills, and she is in the program because she became homeless and plans to stay that way so she can point out exactly why the system is fucked up.
Anywho, now that I'm looking for work and have turned down a few jobs and one twice because the transportation situation would be unreasonable for my carless self, and have twice been told by Uncle Sam that I'm not too sperg to work, I'm beginning to believe she's right.
If so, who would be this 'advocate' as she put it? Her? My mother is in a different country and she's about as old as my mother, who is still sort of young. I'm not even sure who she is to me. We post-ironically decided we love each other, which given my disability is no help.
Also can I not do that? I have skills, and I have the skill to infinitely gain more skills if I can stay focused on something, but since I can't, I find myself here, fighting off the urge to ask you some other dumb shit.
it'll be you if you can will yourself into it or it'll be whoever likes you enough to put up with your needing to be tard wrangled on the regular. which could be her i guess, sure why not. the whole becoming homeless and staying that way to prove some point thing does not fill one with confidence that her wrangling skills are up to the task though. also ask all the other questions you mentioned at the end pls. am interested
I recommend role-playing with puppets until you've mastered the situation.
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I'm having a hard time remembering them given I have to translate from the weird autistic mental picture language, but they were all about this woman and how completely strange she is and how fate seemed to orchestrate our encounter yet I have no idea about who she thinks I am to her let alone vice versa.
I could also ask about how to transition from a high nasal speaking voice that always becomes too loud due to the effort needed to produce it to a more comfortable baritone that wouldn't do that, or how exactly I manage to do things like learn how to use this Netbeans program this Java book uses when I find anything below my skill level to be insufferable or above it impossible, or why I haven't bothered getting a psychiatrist when I have the means to, but the answers to those are 'just do it you sperg'.