For some time I was absent until I suddenly saw that all people had responded to my blog post. This was because of a promotion I got from Babita de Boer. Thank you Babita, you made me think and so I decided to revive my now dust-pounding accout. It did a lot to me that there were so many comments and so many people feel supported by my posts. Here and there I saw some critical notes, but I understand them by now. So here I am, autrageous, again. Hoping to create even more messages to raise awareness about autism from an autistic perspective. Today I ended up in a situation that some may recognize with autism, I'm going to dedicate this blog post on this.

SHORT CIRCUIT

Some helpful background information to know: I live in a rental house, the landlord is a great uncle of my partner. Our house is above a shop. The owner of the store is also a great uncle of my partner, a brother of the other great-uncle. So if something needs to be arranged in our living space, it often needs to be in consultation with the store. In this case it's not, but I may forget to report this in the future so I'll do it here so the background information is complete. The living space is very outdated and poorly maintained, causing all sorts of inconveniences. The situation was as follows; my partner and I had some cold water stuff for a while now that shouldn't be cold; that you want to take a little shower, but the water goes hot to ice cold and that continuously again. Since my partner works a lot, so little at home, and I was a little more at home, the job was to get the landlord into this situation and engage in the conversation to solve this problem. Coincidentally, my landlord was just present at the property, so I saw my chance to talk clean. Last time things hadn't gone so neatly with maintenance; there was no knowledge of my partner and I had maintenance in the house. The owner of the store had granted himself access to the house with the spare key that was in the store. This key was only and only for calamities. This resulted in the situation that I came out of work one afternoon. I had a headache of all the stimuli, because that day was a pretty messy day at work and I came home to two panicky cats. After that I smoke a gas air. Right away, I opened a window somewhere to get rid of the terrible smell. After that I called my partner, who was also surprised and knew nothing. One of the cats, probably out of a blind panic, had pooped in his basket. When I cleaned that up, I wanted to watch television. Nothing responded. So the power turned out to be off. After a lot of starching and an emotional outburst on my part, because I couldn't handle it all at that time, everything was eventually settled. However, it took months for me to feel safe at home. Sometimes I'm still in the car, full of fear/uncertainty about what I'll find at home. So I thought it was important that we had to communicate clearly about how and when of maintenance. In connection with the cats, I wanted to be home when it took place. That's where a miscommunication arose. As clearly as I tried to explain everything, the landlord took everything completely wrong and suggested that I was doing hard. It was too much to ask to indicate in time when the maintenance would take place so that my partner and I could arrange for one of us to be at home. Then I made it clear what went wrong last time and that I absolutely didn't want to have it again that way, including what it all did to me and that sometimes I don't feel safe in the house. In the end, my partner talked to him and eventually an appointment was made for the maintenance of the geyser; the suspected instigator of the cold water problems in the house. The appointment was also communicated in a timely manner with my partner who then informed me. This gave me plenty of time to round and arrange everything. I was able to make sure everything was neat and mentally prepare myself. Today at 8:00am the mechanic would come. However, there had been no one half an hour after that time. Three hours later, neither. I got a story from my partner because I was annoying. I would have slept badly that night, and if I had known this I could have stayed for a few more hours. Eventually got a story from the landlord, who didn't understand where things went wrong. Meanwhile, my partner had talked about the company that would do the maintenance. Apparently they wouldn't come today, but next Wednesday. Then I got a short circuit. I couldn't deal with this change. After all, I had counted on this, my entire schedule based on it. Now it felt like a bomb was thrown on my schedule and I was supposed to clean up the mess. Clear thinking didn't go anymore, everything went black. I panicked, got angry and tears kept flowing. Especially because it also knew that the world wouldn't perish if the deal didn't go on today, but just to turn my own inability to switch a button. It felt like I had to find the button first before converting it, while the button was in front of my nose all the time; I just didn't see it. Now that I'm a few hours away, let my emotions go and have given things a spot, I see everything a little better. I also realize where the short circuit came from. The whole idea that I have to do everything again next week; the mental preparation, make sure my schedule fits around it nicely so I don't get overwhelmed by everything. But other things that played. The bucket had been flooding for some time and not emptied, today it flooded. Now I'm trying to calm myself down with the thoughts that the appointment is next week. That I have to do exactly what I did today, except for the short circuit, and that I have about a week to get the preparations right for myself. That gives me some room to breathe again. Is this recognizable?? Or are there other things you'd like to know more about?? Don't hesitate to leave a comment or send a message if you like that.

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