Sorry to hear mate.
I’ve been feeling better since I got the house to myself after the parents went on holiday. Made me realise how much I miss my independence. Got a start date for my job finally so hopefully I’m back in the game in a few weeks.
Hope everyone’s doing okay
I'm glad things are better for you too.
I'm waiting for a job offer I know is coming sometime in the next few weeks, as this will be me moving on in a way too. That said, a reasonable adjustments package is being put together for me at my current workplace for my Asperger's.
That said, it's easy for a recovery of confidence to be knocked. For example, I've just been away on holiday in Jordan (Petra, Wadi Rum). This was to draw a line under a lot of crap in my life and my first solo trip after my mum's passing. I'll save the best until last.
I found myself cracking on with a London lass out there and I started to think things just might happen. I'd been up front to her and others about the Aspies and potential marginal AD-HD (she actually approached me to ask about it), which actually got me a lot of praise and ended up with one other talking about his son with the same condition and a different woman telling me before flying home she was also on the scale. Back to the original woman, when I asked her if she felt the same way as I was beginning to feel fond of her, then it was a straight no so I'd built up my hopes a little too much. That was okay, I said fine.
A little context here, in that an older bloke had just lost his wife and she was the spit of her. He didn't intend to but he'd been a bit of nuisance to her and I also found out her lady roommate she'd shared with for eight days had had a few issues over personal space. While I, myself, tried to be kind to the bloke, it was something that could be done in small doses before you needed space.
However, on getting back to Heathrow we were heading the same direction into central London. So, I held back and thought "Great, someone to talk to going into London." I'd dropped any ideas of anything happening, end of, so it was just company on the underground before I got off at South Kensington (planned to wander round Hyde Park before heading back to Heathrow - 6-hour gap before flight to Woolsington). We were chatting, normally, and she seemed okay with me being there for a good 10 minutes.
Then came the underground and she suddenly turned on me. She said, quote, "You can stay there by all means; however, I want you to shut up while I read my book. I've had my fill of certain people on this trip and I've been looking forward to a bit of space with my book". I responded that she should have made it clear earlier and I would have accompanied her. I offered to get off and get the next train. She answered "You're fine, just as long as you sit there quietly and shut up". I felt I was being blamed for issues she'd had with others.
I basically started to feel an Autism Specturm Disorder (Aspie) meltdown come on, so got off at Hatton Cross to get the next train anyway. I note I have what you call mini-freezes rather than full on meltdowns, the latter full-on meltdown type I guess I’ve had only 2 in the last five or six years. I’m normally very good in the real world at holding my temper.
I got to Hyde Park and she messaged me back to apologise for her behaviour (the people we both ended up with had decided to form a Whatsapp group for the length of the trip and she had obtained my number from that). Again, given the way she’d been with me then it wasn’t much of an apology. Even so, the logic here would be to accept the apology and move on, knowing I'd never encounter her again - my brain was telling, crying out, for me to do that.
However, full on meltdown and the irrational part of my brain had already kicked in after I got off at Hatton Cross. I basically told her in response that I didn't deserve to be treat the way I was considering I'd been nothing to nice with her (minded that I had kept her company when her roommate had had one of her fallings out with her a few days before). I told her to stick her apology and blocked her. Note this was a rant rather than a coherent action with meltdown kicking in.
The middle of one of these meltdowns is a strange place, your brain is saying don't do something stupid, but you do anyway. For the next few hours, I wasn't with it at all. I felt scared and alone. I can see how people end up self-harming during one of these episodes. Note I never lash out, bottling it up inside, so there was no risk to anyone nearby.
I only came back down to Earth at Heathrow when I made myself sit down for a beer. I had a natter with a random Indian businessman about my holiday and he settled me down without realising. Then there was a two-hour delay to fly back to Woolsington.
I've told others about what has happened and general opinion is the lady handled it badly and I've had a lucky escape. One person played devil's advocate and said I can see she needed her space, which I can see. However, consensus even with the devil's advocate player was she was in the wrong. Either she should have told me she needed her space straight away on me seeing her (rather than wait until reaching the underground train) or for her herself to have got off at Hatton Cross and made an excuse such as she was getting a bus or taxi from there. In the latter case, I'd have been none the wiser and would have travelled on oblivious. Problems avoided.
I've felt crap all week to be honest, with her hitting two trigger points for the meltdown. Firstly, she took it out on me for issues she'd had with others (i.e. on some way made me feel to blame). Secondly, she told / ordered me what to do in a way a teacher speaks to a kid at school. I felt my progress from my mental lows of the beginning of the year had been pushed back by a good six weeks to a couple of months.
Wednesday, I messaged back an apology for my behaviour during meltdown (even though I didn't trigger events), but only so I could move on from what has happened and for the good of relations with the rest of the group (i.e. be the bigger man). She messaged back a brief apology at best.
From that point on, that's been the end of direct contact and that's the way it's now staying. She's not the person I though she was on the trip.
Now for the punchline in all this. She's a Mental Health Therapist.
She would have known exactly what Autism Spectrum Disorder and Asperger's is. Also, she has a mother who is bipolar.
I'm slowly pulling out of feeling rubbish about the whole thing after going through a stage in the last few days of feeling is this the way things are going to be from now on. I'm not feeling that now, having processed the situation and am coming to terms that other events beyond my control have led to the situation described.
I get her side of things, but feel I didn't deserve to be her punching bag. You live and learn, I guess.
Right, getting that off my chest has made me feel a lot better.