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Hi all. I wanted to attempt to create a thread for autistic members to come in and chat, give updates on their day to day lives, etc. This section of the board isn’t very lively, which I find to be a shame. Perhaps we can change that. 

I’ll start. Today has been uneventful. Made some phone calls, fed some pets, did some chores. One incident of sensory overload. Have work tomorrow and an appointment after work. 

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Hi. I like your idea. I’m not even sure how many of us there are here.

I went to therapy today. Met a friend when they got off work. I took a shower and disappointed my dog by not letting her lie in the back yard all day, because it’s been raining. That doesn’t bother her, but god forbid I should try to get her into the bathtub. 

My new calligraphy pens came in the mail, which is exciting. Calligraphy is a pleasantly inexpensive hobby.

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Ahoy. I went to a meeting with the county judge executive over a troubling matter, and it went reasonably well. I managed eye contact throughout. My son visited in the evening and helped me with circuits. I just hope he didn't give me his sniffles. I bought the flea, tick, and assorted vermin repellent for the cat to the tune of $114 for a 6-month supply. I could have bought a new cat.

I should say at the outset that there's no way I'll be able to reply to this daily. I've always been shite at journalling. But I'll try to remember to stop by.

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Oh good, people are sharing. 

I’m glad to hear you got your new pens in the mail, Gearhead. Sounds exciting 😊 

Thanks for participating, Cerberus. No worries if it isn’t daily, I’m just trying to get some people talking in this section of the forums. I hope you don’t get the sniffles and your cat is alright.

Good news for me today, I got hired on for the paid training program I’ve been trying to get into. I was told about my poor eye contact and social skills, I did my best to work on them, and today I was taken aside and told that due to taking the direction and implementing it, and all of my growth, I would be offered a position in the paid training program. I’m so excited, one step closer to have a paid job after! 😃 

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That’s wonderful news! Congratulations!

Today my husband and I went to lunch and then to a museum with an old friend who’s visiting from Texas. Friend is much beloved and quite a dynamo. I was lucky to get away without saying goodbye to a legendary local music venue that’s closing, as the two of them did last night. I’ve been there before, but it’s not really my thing. At all.

Then groceries, and then I went to a friend’s house to deliver a package she had shipped to my house because fucking Amazon, and her cat made me his bitch. He yelled at me until I went to the bathroom with him, and then I had to brush him. Then I couldn’t leave until he was done eating, and he needed me to scratch his ears because my nails are sharper than my friend’s nails. I catsit for him when she’s out of town, so we have Things We Do Together, and I guess I have to do all of them every time now.

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Thanks Gear. 😊 

Your friend’s cat sounds like a typical kitty, but I know that can be a real PITA. 

Not much new here. Friday I went clothing shopping and helped my grandma get her new iPhone. Saturday I saw the Detective Pikachu movie with my friend Sam, then slept over at her house. Now we’re just about to have breakfast. It’s been a pretty good few days, tomorrow will be my first day of paid ‘work.’ I’m ready. 

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Later that day Husband and I went out with Dynamo again. We saw a couple of old friends who live in town but only come out when D is around. I was out until 2:30 am. There was beer. ‘Nuff said.

Yesterday I fixed the downstairs toilet, which was a nice change from fixing the upstairs one, and only required two trips to the hardware store. Really I could’ve gotten off with one, but I decided to do the pump and the hose to the shut off valve as long as I was working on it, so there you are.

Then my friend stopped by to pick up another package, and she played with my senile dog, who loves her. 

Good luck at your new job, Fairy!

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I’m glad you got your bathroom fixed up, Gear. Your doggy sounds sweet, I love dogs 🐶 ❤️

Today was a lousy work day. Loud, live music during gathering lead to me covering my ears. Which lead to a coworker getting upset and calling me rude and disrespectful. Leading to another coworker telling her I’m not rude, just autistic. 

I left the room eventually, flapping and wringing my hands, because I uncovered my ears as to not be rude. This caused sensory overload. I then had a meltdown in another room, rocking and crying. Two coworkers came in to console me. That was the only positive. 

 

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Fairy, where do you work that you’re confronted with loud, live music? 

I’m glad that one of your co-workers got the big picture enough to tell off the other who thought you were rude, and that others came to comfort you. 

Today I took a load of clean laundry back to my friend, who needed help this week and had asked if I could do her laundry for her, which I did. And I did the grocery shopping. And I went to Starbuck’s. That was it for my day. 

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I work for a youth centre. It was for a social event. Right now I’m in a paid work training program at said youth centre. The second phase of this program, I’ll go to a job placement in the community. 

Did you have a good day, Gear? It seems uneventful, which are the types of days I like, personally. 

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