CockneyRebel wrote:
I was having a flashback, yesterday. Don't parents realize what they're doing to their kids? The thing that pisses me off, is that my mum knew that I was on the spectrum, when the last isolated incident took place. From that moment, until I was diagnosed with Depression, 'I'm a Loser' by The Beatles was my favourite song. I was convinced that I was put into Special Ed as a punishments for not reaching some of my milestones, on time. I was convinced that I was in a special needs job training programme, for not reaching some of my milestones, on time. I was convinced that I was doing the simplest tasks in a factory, as a punishment, for not reaching some of my milestones, on time. I was having flashbacks, day after day, at work, because my tasks were so simple. The thing that caused the flashbacks, were the bottled up feelings that I had, when my mum didn't understand why I was obsessed with the stuff that I was, and thinking that I was still talking about my special interests, non-stop at the age of 20, when I haven't done such a thing, since my 11th birthday. Some of our parents think that it's okay to scold us for wetting/soiling ourselves before that magic age, or going on about our obsessions. No wonder I've crossed the line from being a rebel, to being that little bit more of a rebel. I can't sleep, right now. My thoughts are racing. I'm wondering if my medications are beginning to wear off. I'm not going back to the 1960s. I'm certain about that. I bow never to be vulnerable, again. I don't know if there's such a thing as a vulnerable 60s-like Mod, but I'd much rather be a Punker. I've had my mother treat me like crap, for losing control of my crap, for the last time, when I was 6. I don't need to be treated like crap, by some of the people here, for having to wear Depends, now. As for the Punker thing, I do recall stating in a note to my parents, that I can be who I truly am, living on my own. I guess that the Mod stage happened, because I didn't know who I was, or I didn't want my parents to kick me out, before I was ready to make the move, which I was in 2006, and I'm happy that I did. I really wonder if parents realize what they set their spectrum offspring up, for.
Who treats you bad here for your medical condition? Those who do are just dumb asses. Who needs them. I would like to have them go incontinent and have to wear diapers, see how they like that?
And another thing I don't understand is if your parents knew you were on the spectrum, why did they still abuse you for your accidents?

Have you ever asked them why?