Aada said that, but she doesn’t know why; she didn’t ask. She punched down instead. There has always been a lot of that, so I’ve decided to punch up. I’ve been punching up the whole time while she’s been sarcastic and passive aggressive for 12 years. Why would I not want to create a situation in which all of that bullshit stopped?
I’m a political science major and a psychology minor. I don’t “manipulate people.” I talk like a therapist or a psychologist. I could easily get a degree as a counselor or a social worker and invited to join the Graduate School of Social Work when I worked on the dean’s computer and we talked for two hours. Being “the IT guy” has privileges, and I wasted it. I wanted to follow Kathleen to DC instead. I could have had Brene Motherfucking Brown. Fuck me running.
As you can see, I am not angry about this.
If I hadn’t gone to DC, I wouldn’t have started thinking of it as home. I would have still thought of Houston as home. I ran because I was tired of the culture. I wanted to live with other grown-ups because being a queer kid in Texas was miserable and I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive them. I will have to because it’s in my nature, but I’m not there yet.
I have a lot of processing to do and this is just another thing I need to bring up in my own therapy. Therapy has always been hard for me. I learned later in life that autistic people often have trouble with therapy because they cannot stand a power structure. But at the time, I thought something was wrong with me. I’ve now asked Joshua for collaborative therapy, what I’ve essentially been doing with Aada. I never wanted a power imbalance. We both created it, marrying each other through trauma before we’d ever been to lunch. I knew better. I liked excitement, and it cost me. Lightly flirting led to a river of emotion every time I thought of her because I opened a stupid door that should have stayed closed. I let her into a part of myself that I didn’t want to and my ADHD lost control. I take responsibility; I blame neurodivergence, not myself. I have paid my dues, and I’m over it.
Because hurting her led me to a profound need to fix things. She asked me if I’d ever thought about turning the mirror on myself, sarcastically I’m betting because she thought I was trying to embarrass her. No, I was trying to give her a treasure trove of memories that she’ll love to have in 20 years.
It’s not that she’ll forget the pain. Her emotions will shift with the passage of time; we all move on. Therefore, all the rejection she felt will go away and she will see that she tickled my funny bone until it damn near broke and that was the end of it for me.
She’s straight.
It’s been an issue.
I couldn’t help it and couldn’t undo it. There was no cure, there was only management. I learned over time to be her friend without pulling away out of desire, the way all men do and women aren’t different; I’m both, so I had two different reactions to it. Both of them included a lot of crying in the night. I got over that, too.
That’s because I wanted her in my life so badly that she was worth everything.
She’s just intensely frightened of my emotions and cannot deal. That became untrue about six months ago, and I was surprised that she said she was willing to have few boundaries with me. While she was feeling comfortable, she rearranged my reality once again. She lied. It was a small one, but 12 years later it wasn’t. It was horrendous.
The problem wasn’t the small lie. I would have laughed. She lied to impress me. So what? But the lie involved a professional connection that I really needed, and she blew it for me. So, as for consequences to our career, it’s definitely not “I win.” It’s high five, bro.
If I didn’t blow it for her, she can shut it.
But if I did blow it for her, I’ll be devastated. That was not my intention. It was to expose how I felt about the lie, and of course I was angry in the moment. I raged. She has historically been mad about it, like “how dare I be held to my own consequences?” That’s been the pattern for 12 years, and it is exhausting. She just throws darts like “every day is therapy day.” No recognition that I might be hurting, because it’s all about her. It’s not because she’s a narcissist, just too afraid to let go and be Aada. She does not arrive as herself.
I went to see Jonna Mendez hold an entire room in the palm of her hand and leave them begging for more. It was only her second book tour after Tony died. Afterward, we got to talk for a few minutes and I said, “congratulations on owning yourself,” and she didn’t move a muscle, but her lip twitched.
I knew I resonated, and that meant the world to me.
At the book tour before, she offered me a job at CIA. I’m rolling my eyes because even Aada could have seen that I was talented but she didn’t.
Here’s the reason I’m talented, according to a Facebook post earlier today. It is also the reason I hit red mist rage at Evangelicals and it is constantly my responsibility to listen to hate speech.
I think I’m autistic and process emotions differently than just about anyone else in the world because I’m also an INFJ. I don’t think I’m superior. I think that someone has to be willing to stand up and this group is constantly harping on the fact that Christians don’t call out Evangelicals for all of the issues they perpetuate. My autism causes truth pain because I’ve been queer bashed since I was fourteen and my career was wrecked because of the Methodist Church. Yet I love Jesus and none of the denominations that are actively telling me I’m going to hell or that I have demons in 2026. I am raging at the system and taking it personally when people mock me because even if they don’t agree with me, they cannot beat me up. I am direct, and it pays off because people stop saying things like “you are really stuck on that woman with a wiener” issue. I noticed no one called that bigot out for it. This entire thread has been “please be polite to the people that have oppressed you.” Thank you. I’m done. I also don’t have any anger “issues.” The rage at all queer treatment is not fixable because people actually believe that God can hold a pen; that the Bible is inerrant. It’s an ancient blog at best. It is fallible. Literalists do not study Biblical criticism.
Aada is a systems thinker, but she didn’t see a pattern anomaly that mattered.
She never met me in person.
Therefore, she has no idea how I can move and inspire people, because she’s never seen it in action. Sometimes I’ve worried that she doesn’t know what to do with her feelings for me, because they’re so complex. It is the one system that she has not been able to crack, and I also worry that drives her crazy. But when I bring it up, I’m shut down immediately. Therefore, I have not been successful in being a peer, and I’m done until she heals.
She never asked me what I really wanted. It was unusual for her to initiate. All of it bothered me. But she couldn’t see it, and not because it wasn’t there.
As I’ve said, we were not wrong for each other. We were just unequipped.
The reality is that I wouldn’t have written about her that much if we’d been in conversation. It’s not because she would have been less interesting. It’s that all our conversations dove deep and there were no shared activities; no context.
I didn’t learn any of this in therapy. I’m a systems engineer.
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