Joined: 8 Jun 2011 Age: 37 Gender: Male Posts: 22,045
26 Dec 2021, 11:40 am
My abuser, getting bored of me after like a week? I asked her friend if my abuser wanted to get married (I was still naive & deluded and didn't realise she was trying to mercilessly destroy me, at the time) and was complicit in my own abuse.
Her friends repsonse? "Oh, she doesn't want to date anymore Autistic people now - you are the last." (Paraphrasing there). Imagine how hurtful that would be if you had experienced a long life of misery & had just fallen in love for the first time and then went on to be falsely accused of something you didn't do to 'get rid' of you and also being told that you were worthless for being Autistic, basically? The abuser stated "I want him off the internet" plainly, and everyone seemed okay with this person saying that?
We are supposed to live in a civilized country, not the medieval era where someone claiming to have power, sits on the proverbial throne & waves an index finger for someone to be taken to the gallows without any kind of trial or evidence for that persons claims.
She could tell I was in love with her (and claimed not to know because her ego was hurt about an ego issue, as opposed to recognising a decent guy was in love with her). She didn't care - she could do better. I knew that & so did she, and she knew it hurt me. But she wouldn't even have a single conversation about it and refused to do so.
A persons world 'turns on its head' when they realise how terrifying people can be. It did for me, anyway. And not in a good way.
"Feed me a stray cat."
_________________ “I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face” - Franz Kafka
Joined: 8 Jun 2011 Age: 37 Gender: Male Posts: 22,045
26 Dec 2021, 3:41 pm
Worked in this exact area until 2015, in a shop that had horrendous artifical lighting. Coupled with my crippling, Autistic sensory sensitivity to light - it was a 'ride' to say the least.
I remember a fight breaking out in the shop, two burly men full on brawling, tins of beans, packets of biscuits flying everywhere. Then they continued to fight into the car park, whilst people lined up outside as if watching a wrestling match.
It went very much like the following:
_________________ “I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face” - Franz Kafka