I'm autistic, and long story short, the past month I finally got the hang of things. Going to my educational obligations thrice a week, & work. Sure, didn't always succeed, was always beat afterwards, still haven't hung out with friends (if i still got those), but shit was looking up.
This last week was horrible - everything was rescheduled which just meant I stayed home. The whole autism & needing consistent planning ain't a meme folks. But I was hopeful for next week, was going to do so well and meet my goals. I thought I wouldn't be desoriented and aimless for long. And whaddya know, I tested positive for covid 4 hours ago. Whole week fucked again. And complete uncertainty of the future: I won't know when I can leave isolation for another week. The week after next I'll have off... so that means another week without consistent anything. I'm scared of how hard it'll be to get back into it by then.
Luckily I've got the help of a lovely social worker/outpatient aid worker (whatev the English term is), but that won't make the next few weeks easy. /rant
I've got Fanon, Lenin, Stalin, and Kropotkin (my ancom friend forced me ;p) on my nightstand to get through. And some new Parenti on the way... So I'll def at least get something productive done. Sucks that I've only ever been able to attend 2 protests, and can do very little to fight for the socialist cause, but I hope to be able to be way more active in a few years. I'll reflect on how far I've come to even get to this point though, that's good advice.
I appreciate your message, I didn't expect for the responses to this post to feel so, idk understanding?