Tag: Thoughts

On Monday I was waiting at the medical centre to beg for another mental health plan review, which is an extension of 4 extra sessions. I was waiting in the front room, which was hot. I the main room has air-con but is also crowded and noisy.

So I was waiting, minding my own business reading, when the door between rooms was  opened, brat #1 came through and slammed door very loudly.

I said “Oh gee” loudly. he stopped and looked at me, I looked at him, then he started playing with the coffee machine in the corner. The mother came in, boy yelled “I need money”. Mother said “you can’t play out here”. She looked at me and took the boy in.

I don’t know what the look was about, but if it was anything other than ‘I’m sorry my bastard son is so annoying. I’m a lazy terrible mother who doesn’t give a shit and I regret having him”, then there would have been trouble.

I’m sitting, not reading, just sitting because it was after 4pm and the doctor is meant to finish at 4pm. I’m worried I will need to rush to get through everything, when the door opens again and a girl, brat #2, runs over and jumps right at me. I leaned back, surprised that it happened. The father said you can’t jump at people like that. She opened a folded piece of paper to reveal crayon mess. The father opened the font door and she left, he looked at me and said sorry, then closed door. I heard him say you can’t jump at people like that, so I assume this is a regular occurrence.

Seriously, she’s lucky it was me, in my mentally exhausted state. If it was someone else, they could have pushed her away or worse.

I really wish parents would control their brats. I really don’t understand what this thing is of letting them run wild and do what ever they want, while trying to be friends with them. You’re a parent! Stop trying to be their friend and grow up and actually be a parent!

I do my best to keep away from people and their brats, but its becoming harder and harder. I already sit in the hot room away from everyone, what more can I do?

(c) ASD and me 2019.

I called the NDIS yesterday to ask to reapply. The women I spoke to was was nice, but I was anxious on the phone again and made mistakes.

I really hope this is worth it. It doesn’t matter how many phone calls I make, I still don’t like talking on the phone to strangers. It affects my life and prevents me from calling employers.

I hope I can change and become more confident in the future. Enough so I don’t cry a river every time I make a phone call to a person I don’t know.

(c) ASD and me.

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(c) ASD and me 2019.