Gail the phone-killer strikes again

In the tumult of packing everything up, I think I lost my phone. *facepalm*

Score another one for me!

I am an Ass, pt 2

Well, that went all to shit.

I made a post on tumblr, genuinely thanking some of the people I follow for an insight into a language I don't know. White privilege strikes again. I must have fucked up what I meant.

I did not mean to imply that I was taking the entire language and turning it into a conlang. I was trying to say that I was taking several elements I saw in the lingual shift and using that, along with elements from other languages to help in creating the dialectical differences in what I was working on. I am truly sorry to everyone who misread. It was a massive mistake on my part.


Score another one for the stupid-ass white girl.

Totally Pissed

Went to the assigned psychologist for the Florida Vocational Rehab office yesterday. He was complete crap.

First off, I tried to confirm that I wouldn’t be paying any out of pocket expenses for this visit with the VR office. They never called me back.

Secondly, the guy was a general psychologist, when I needed a specialist, preferably a neuropsychiatrist. At least someone who was familiar with ASD at all!

Thirdly, the guy assumed that because I had a very small amount of friends, I was not on the autism spectrum. There was no asking about how I worked my ass off to get up the courage to make them and keep them.

The guy assumed that because I had one boyfriend for a short time at the very end of high school that I was not on the autism spectrum. I broke up with Denny after a couple months because it was just too weird being close to another person, but he never asked me to elaborate.

I’m sitting on the couch in his office stimming, because it is a new area and I’m not used to it so go ahead OPEN THE DAMN WINDOW! MAKE IT LOUDER IN THERE! “It’s just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

He did not ask me about interests. He dismissed my claims that I could not touch goopy/slimy/sticky stuff without physically recoiling. He blew off my not talking till I was 4, cause I ‘just didn’t feel like it’ back then.

I tried to tell him about my interest in rocks and minerals, but I could not possibly be autistic because I channeled that interest into a competition. I collect knowledge on them, I don’t collect the rocks themselves, for the most part. Florida is not geologically rich, you know. I have two cases of different mineral examples that Mom got me when we went to the Smithsonian Natural History Museum, my flint, and my different limestone examples and that’s it.

And then, when I blew him away on the learning tests, he got pissed off at me. I should not have been able to deal so quickly with the arranging. And he complained that I was over thinking things. When you have to pick out the set of flowers that go with the rest of the group, I picked the only non-orchid, because, you know, the group I was trying to match it with were all non-orchids. No. The answer was the orchid picture with three blossoms. To that I say, WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!

Today was not a good day.

I am an Ass

I want to apologize for one of my previous posts. I re-read it and I am an ass that needs to get her privilege checked.

I am white. I have not experienced racial discrimination. I do not know what it is like to experience racial discrimination because I am white.

Sorry about that guys.

In other news:
• CPR training starts at WLA tomorrow. Kinda scared about it. The fact that I will have training for emergency situations immediately makes me do the freakage.
• After CPR clinicals start. Me actually dealing with people in a people setting. I am not much of a people person. I am afraid I will mess it up.
• The guys get back in Ft. Myers the end of this week, but THERE IS FREAKING FAMILY STUFF IN ORLANDO!

That's all for now. TTYL

Fundies Say the Darndest Things

I read FSTDT alot. It amuses me. what doesn't amuse me is when people assume that I am laughing at the Fundie's beliefs. I am not. I am laughing at the idiots who write this crap.

Accidental Racism

Ma was complaining about not getting a job and I kinda had to cringe. She and Gramma made a couple jokes about the fact that the guy she spoke to might not even read English. "I know his name sounds Anglo, but you can never be sure."

*headdeskfacepalm*

I so wished I could have told Ma to shut up. I know I aint the best person to let her know, white privilege and all that crap, but at least I am aware of it. Well, Ma might be aware also, but I know for a fact it is hard to change habits. I know I suck at changing privileged habits.

I guess it's cause of Dunbar. I mean, I know slightly what it is to be "other". It was not as bad as non-Anglos in real life, but I have a basic idea that I can extrapolate from. And google. Google is always awesome.

I just wish I could be braver.