How Did We Get Here?

 How did we get here? To a world with so much division, hate and violence in it?

I am terrified of this year’s Election Day.

We actually need to just start totally over, and get rid of all of the cruel corrupt capitalist colonizer garbage.

We start by

Land Back!

and

Full reparations to all Black, Asian, AAPI, LatinX, Hispanic, Indigenous, Muslim, Middle Eastern folks who we have harmed, traumatized, squelched, r*ped, and murdered.

Full LGBTQIA+, trans and queer rights, and full reproductive rights and freedom. Codify Roe as law of the land!

An end to the bogus Nixon-era war on drugs and legalization of weed nationwide. And we need to expunge and pardon all who were convicted on all non-violent drug offenses.

A brand new Constitution that has full civil rights, accessibility and freedom…. for all of us.

A new government who actually will work FOR the people…all of us.

A just and fair tax code that forces those who have ample wealth and riches, to pay their fair share.

Break up every single mega merger. AT&T, Comcast, Amazon, etc., have too much power.

I loved it when DirecTV was just…DirecTV. One could buy brand name satellite boxes then like RCA, Sony, Philips, and Hughes, that didn’t break down.

When I could enjoy just XM Radio in my car. And there were stations like Ethel, Lucy, and Fred I could listen to. That were just like the FM radio of my teen years.

I am really upset and terrified though….we need to vote….

This isn’t just about radio stations and TV….the bigger and most important picture is that our very humanity and quality of life itself….

depends on this election.

So we need to vote like it’s our life and death that’s at stake…..because it is. Literally. At stake.

Another Broke & Lonely Saturday Cooped Up In My Tiny Wooden Box

 I feel so utterly powerless today at the age of 62 years….and our upcoming election has me terrified, for all of us.

If I was a billionaire right now, I know I would not hesitate to help to make other people’s lives better. As well as mine.

I can’t stand to see others suffer and do without.

If I was a billionaire and I knew that my lifelong disabled niece who was never able to work their entire adult lives was suffering undue hardship because of that, I could not go to bed and have a restful sleep until I actively set them up with the help they need so that they would not have to continue to suffer undue hardship.

Enough with bootstraps. People do not come with them.

I don’t. I never did.

Yes, I am vaguebook taking to you, Aunt “Bee”. And to my family who hate me simply because I am loud, outspoken and hate racism, injustice and hate itself.

I was groomed to fail by a family my entire life who never accepted me or wanted me to even exist. Because they refused to understand my autism and get it—and me.

So they hated on me and kept telling me all of the things I would never ever do or accomplish or be in life.

This kind of talk sets kids up for failure and poverty, even jail and prison.

No. I never have been in jail or prison. But my life has been an entire life of a looooong list of lost dreams and opportunities because of my family holding me back and hating who I was.

I was never lazy, folks. I did happen to do a lot of hard work growing up…housecleaning, dishes, cleaning kitchen counters and sinks, cleaning bathrooms, I even raked leaves and watered plants. I even picked up the tree branches of the apple trees my dad had pruned one year to make extra money when I was kicked off of my SSI for four long winter months.

But my family always were on me when I would do my chores telling me always, I wasn’t doing my work good enough for their perfect standards.

So I learned early on to give up and withdraw into my bedroom. To not even try…..

Just so I could avoid the harsh criticism I got.

Never good enough.

Too loud.

Too weird.

Too….too….”different’.

In my family, “different” was bad and wrong.

And if they wanted me to write nice thigs about them, they should have, and could have done better.

#AngryAutistic

#YeahImAngry

#AngryAtAllIveLostOutOn

Image ID: A desk with an old classic typewriter on it. Text reads:

“You own everything that happened to you.

Tell your stories.

If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better”~~Anne Lamott

I Need Help So I Can Have A Secure Future When My Mother Passes Away

 I made this Go Fund Me page specifically because lifelong disabled me has literally zero family support when my mother passes away….

When my mother passes away, I will definitely face losing my home, and my internet, TV service, and phones….my entire connection to the outside world….and my way to make my monthly bill payments.

As in I will for the first time in my entire life be homeless and destitute.

Three of my siblings are thirsting to have me locked up forever to rot the rest of my days away in a nursing home or rest home where I will have no more independence and risk being abused even more than I have been by past caregivers.

Can someone please help me??????

Having legit panic attacks right now because I cannot get my mom on the phone at all.

And my mean sister still refuses to take ANY of my calls…I have done nothing to make my family hate me…..except just to hate me for being my fully autistic and outspoken self.

Update: My mom just called me and she is fine. But she is 93 years old, and although she is still in good health, I still worry myself sick because of her age and my circumstances.

I hope someone can help me.

https://www.gofundme.com/…/im-disabled-alone-need-real…