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Seeing as I basically no longer consider MAGATs to be truly sentient, much less sapient:
That's the real tragedy here, damn, that fucking sucks.
EDIT:
Uh, anyway, yeah I'm an autist too, don't have a degree in psych or pharma, but I do have pattern recognition, curiosity, analytical skills... and a whole fuckton of (c)PTSD from my own truly astoundingly dysfunctional family.
As in: I ghosted them / went no contact with them so hard that they very probably think I am dead.
Ayyy High Five for cutting off Toxic POS former family!
So far only my Dad has pissed me off bad enough to go full no contact. My wife had a kid already when she and I met. Now I love my son to bits, and because reasons I had well founded suspicions when my wife and I eventually decided to have another child that my Dad would play favorites. I told him many times in no uncertain terms this would not be tolerated.
So you can imagine my raw seething anger when I overheard him on the phone with my mother ask her "How it felt to finally be a Grandma?" She'd come up to help me with the oldest because the twins were born during the height of covid and he wasn't allowed in the hospital with me. But my wife and I had been together for like 4 years at this point and married for almost 2 and to my Mom's credit she shut him down right quick but I was already seeing Red lmao.
Of course then the dumb bastard had the sheer unmitigated audacity to claim when I texted him my grievances because I cry when I'm angry and I was angrier than I've ever been in my entire life that I wasn't the one saying any of this and that my wife was texting for me. (Because he can't text on his own and his girlfriend has to write all his emails and text messages you see.) So obviously this wouldn't be something that I would actually be angry about and I have to prove that I'm actually there one saying it by calling him so he can dismiss my words and steamroll the conversation.
Here's to peace without the people who cause so much pain! And to the long road of recovery that follows~
God, that reminds me of my family.
I've not had kids, probably never going to, I am at least aware that my model of what a family is supposed to look like is utterly fucked...
But oh dear lord I know that kind of infuriating bullshit, the utter, total disrespect.
Me just reading that story gives me half a mind to perform an unauthorized dental procedure with a blunt object on an uninformed patient, goddamnit...
But, again, this is why I at the very least know that I am not currently ready for taking on responsibilities that... would greatly anger me if they were ... interfered with, disrespected, belittled, etc.
I got a degree in econ, my dumbfuck dad ruined his finances with booze and duis, oh and then apparently, after i ghosted them...
... he retired and bought a fucking house at the actual peak of the housing market.
He raised me on Limbaugh, you see, piqued my interest enough that I went on to study econ. and poli sci.
... and learn that near everything a dittohead believes is fundamentally wrong, misconstrued, or short sighted and lacking the ability to consider systemic complexity.
Oh well. I tried to give him advice, he never listened, despite forcing his "advice" onto me... my career was in database analytics and management, I worked for a world class import export company, wrote software, produced the top level reports for C Suite.
But uh, nope, nope. Dad knows economy better than me.
... At this point, I'm still genuienly planning on taking a sledgehammer to his gravestone, after he dies.
... ... ... assuming he can even afford one.