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I have my own struggles with BPD and depression, and I know how hard it can be to meet others' expectations, especially when those expectations are not perfectly clear. Some days it's all I can do to get out of bed. I imagine it's just as hard for people with Autism to meet expectations of people who give ambiguous instructions, or are inconsistent with messaging. I'm guilty of communicating my needs poorly, and I understand that some of this frustration is my fault. But I am fucking tired of Autistic people ignoring what I say, interrupting me, asking me to repeat myself, cutting me off, throwing away my suggestions, and just generally being selfish in conversation. They're so demanding. I have two colleagues that I work with regularly that are on the spectrum and they're both a nightmare, I dread seeing them. I'd rather not work with Autistic people at all.

There are some dangerous people watching me curiously. They haven't hurt me yet. I'm levitating down a steep cliff, showing off, trying to get to the bottom.

I'm in a huge indoor public space, like a shopping mall. Cruel people are following me, recording and editing my memories.

I'm laying down to rest and they're on the stairs above me, laughing. I try to chase them off but I'm no threat to them, and they're pretending to just be normal shoppers, but we all know they're there for me. Their goal is to hurt me using whatever technology alters my brain. I see it once, but it instantly changes into a harmless radio or something because they changed the memory of it.

I'm looking for drugs, and I found a guy that has them but can't escape these thieves.

Trying to get some tasks completed, I'm carrying huge armfuls of stuff up and down the corridors, hoping they'll leave me alone.

I was standing on my friend's art project; the wooden frame was broken. Not sure if it was me, but I apologized. He was disappointed but not upset. I tried to phase through the floor to get out of there

We're on a trip, stopping to stay the night in an unfamiliar place.

Everyone unloads their stuff and there's no floor space.

I can't find my bag of hats, which I need for a performance for the people here tonight. It starts anyway, there's music playing so I start to sing.

I'm looking for my hats as I sing and dance, rustling like an idiot through bags and luggage. I whisper to my brother, "I don't give a shit about this performance at all" and my mom yells through the crowd to remind me where I left them.

I asked my friend to drive close to the edge so we could see the ocean and our car tumbled off the highway. I used telekinesis to catch us and lower us down, but everyone was in a bad mood after that. We were looking for a new place to live I think, after dropping out of school

Let that headline sink in:

Arthur Jackman, an open white supremacist was just filmed throwing a Nazi salute at a No Kings protest and saying:

“Being racist is intelligence. It’s called pattern recognition. Black people commit more violent crime.”

He didn’t say this anonymously online. He said it on the street, proudly, on video.

This is not just some lone lunatic. This is a man who:

Helped storm the U.S. Capitol on January 6 Pled guilty to federal crimes Got personally pardoned by Donald Trump And is married to an active Orange County sheriff’s deputy

Guilty plea confirmed (Fox 35) Trump pardon (Orlando Sentinel) This is not “free speech.” This is Nazi ideology, under police protection.

Arthur Jackman is not a man who regrets anything. He’s a man who’s been emboldened and he’s making it clear:

Racism is not a bug, it’s his belief system Fascism is not a fringe idea, it’s his goal And he’s not alone he’s married to law enforcement

Sarah Jackman cleared by internal review (WFTV) His "Black crime stats" claim? Pure white nationalist propaganda:

Arthur said racism is “pattern recognition” because Black people commit more violent crimes.

That’s not data. That’s eugenics in a trench coat.

The Brennan Center – Debunking the myth of Black criminality Brookings – How racism warps justice NAACP – Criminal justice system racism

What Jackman pushes is the same logic that justified lynchings, stop-and-frisk, and segregation. It’s not a theory, it’s a blueprint for domestic terrorism. Orange County: your badge is stained by this silence.

This man:

Attacked the U.S. Capitol Openly worships fascism Gets legal immunity Sleeps next to a deputy sheriff every night

And your department cleared her like nothing’s wrong?

This is the direct pipeline from white supremacist hate to police protection. This is what fascism looks like in 2025. We should demand:

Sarah Jackman’s immediate suspension An independent investigation into white nationalist infiltration in OCSO Public condemnation of Arthur Jackman’s conduct Federal review of Jackman’s pardon and its consequences

This is not about political disagreement.

This is about a convicted Capitol attacker throwing a Nazi salute and calling himself a racist genius, while being protected by a cop’s badge.

You don’t get to wave the Constitution while stomping on the people it protects.

You don’t get to hide behind “free speech” while planning race war.

And if you wear a badge and sleep beside this man you’re not innocent. You’re involved.

#FireSarahJackman #JackmanIsARacist #FascistsWearBadgesNow #OrangeCountyCoversNazis #ThisIsHowItStarts

It means they're having bareback sex and the man orgasms while inside her.

It should not be tolerated at the workplace. I'm forced to listen to this rhetoric because my shift isn't done yet, and I can't leave without getting fired. I'm forced into a sexual discussion without consent, and it's so graphically disgusting that I feel nauseous.

I'm anxious and afraid. The kids I got seated next to have a huge bag of drugs and it's spilling all over the seats. I'm afraid I'll be on camera talking to them if they get busted. One of them made sure that I interacted with them so I wouldn't rat them out; he wants me to be liable too. One of them used my backpack without telling me, and I didn't want to start a fight so I let them search through it. Their stuff is going between and under the seats.

I'm frustrated by my inability to add "red" to my inventory. Picking it up doesn't work. Transferring from storage to inventory doesn't work. Buying it doesn't work. We're running out of time. My team is sympathetic but we need to get this done or we'll suffer catastrophic failure

It was an email survey or something that I filled out, and now I'm standing here sputtering. No, I don't remember my "chosen passcode". I don't want to do this anymore.

We form lines and run out into the arena to a cheering audience, but there's danger waiting for us. I think we've been tricked into participating.

We were sharing a very small room off a hallway, it felt like a college dorm. They'll be around so we don't exclusively have this place. I opened a drawer by the bed and found it full of the last guy's stuff; his presence is still felt here. Someone walks by the door and my brother and I raise a blanket to hide from them