So my mother just called to let me know that they're still wherever the @I%*! they went. I told her that she knows I can't handle changes in scheduling because of my autism, so I'm upset that she isn't here when she said she would be. She asked if I was worried that she was gone so long. No, I repeated, I can't handle fluctuations from what time I'm told things will happen, and I was told 4pm, but now it is 5, that's not okay! She told me there's nothing she can do as she is still there, three hours away.
"THREE hours away?!"
"Yes, we're near Chico, that's three hours away, so why don't you just relax and chat with your friends or something?"
I snarled at her: "I can't just relax, I'm autistic, I can't handle changes in plans or control how my brain reacts to them, dammit!" and hung up on her.
My ex-stepfather knows I can't handle this kind of shit, and has admitted in the past he does it to provoke me into meltdowns so I'll "learn how to handle things." I'm sure the motherfucker will use my outburst as fodder to reinforce his claim that I am a horrible abusive person, too.
I have little doubt, also, that where they are at is wherever he wants "us" (her and I) to move to. He wants my mother to trade our house for some shitty rental property he has out in the middle of nowhere so he can make cash renting *this* place out instead -- nobody wants to live on his lamearsed property, but this land is fairly expensive.
He knows I am not interested in moving out to The Land Of Shitty Weather And Crapulent Net Connections, meanwhile, so he is also using it to pressure me into going away. At this point I would happily do it and leave the two jerks to their life of "passionate" vicious arguing together, except I can't afford to go anywhere that will let me keep my cats. I hope my ex-stepfather is killed in some vicious horrible slow way.
Posted by moggy at July 30, 2003 05:25 PM | TrackBack
