Who are your current most favorite people?

I have always had a low opinion of myself, and am slowly changing it. I feel stronger now than I ever have, because acknowledging that I’m autistic allowed me to feel like a real person instead of an alien. When I think of the ways my mother tried to hide from me that I was physically disabled, it feels similar. I didn’t stop experiencing symptoms of CP when I didn’t know I had it, I just felt lazy and incompetent because everyone told me I was fully capable and just needed to work harder. Those people were absolutely wrong, and I had no way of correcting them.

There were a lot of background conversations over me that had nothing to do with me- yet affected the course of my life. My mom thought it was more important for me to feel absolutely normal….. and so did my dad. They just did not agree on methodology to reach that conclusion. My dad thought it was important for me to know I had limitations. My mother thought that telling me about them would just make me feel more different, more fucked up, etc. They both had valid points of view, it’s just that my mother was objectively, devastatingly wrong. I can listen to a thing without agreeing with it. Her feelings were valid. Her choice was still awful.

Every single time my dad brought up the fact that I wasn’t like other kids and needed help, she immediately started minimizing it. She told me that my dad had a penchant for hyperbole, and it was a gaslighting operation that lasted years. It affected my opinion of myself because I constantly treated myself as if nothing was wrong with me, I was just stupid…… because my mom wanted me to believe that I was “more physically capable than I really was.” In retrospect, I think that is untrue. I think my dad understood the assignment.

He understood that if your child got a diagnosis like that, you now have a different child and not because they’re a different person. You gain a different library of images as to what will make your child successful, because trying to fit them into the society we’ve already created will beat them into a bloody pulp……. daily.

It was impossible for me, monkey in the middle, to see through either of them in any kind of objective way. Even my eye problems are connected to CP. I have what’s called an “alternating isotropia.” That means both of my eyes are capable of strabismus (turning), it depends on which field of vision my brain has picked to use in that moment. Am I right or left-eye dominant?

Over time, I have become more and more dependent on my right eye because as my left has deteriorated, my brain is smart enough to use it consistently. As a child, when both eyes were strong, I wrote a book every day on why stereopsis is absolutely necessary.

I do not have what’s known as “course stereopsis” or “fine stereopsis.” This means that I have neither the feeling that I am immersed in my environment, nor the ability to tell spatially where things are. A good example is not being able to judge the riser on a staircase, tripping up or down on the trades. Most of the time, I fall going up because I have not lifted my foot high enough from one trade to the other…. I am not clumsy because I didn’t see the step at all. I am clumsy because I saw it and I could not judge the distance correctly.

The worst time this has ever occurred was on the concrete steps in front of my elementary school. We’d just gotten back from a football game, and it was late. Because of my physical disabilities, my social masks for it make me more tired, more quickly than I realize. I’ll get into show mode and ignore myself. As my exhaustion sets in, mistakes are made. I do not have depth perception or angle of convergence. Walking in an unfamiliar environment takes four times the energy that it does for someone without these difficulties because I have to anticipate everything….. and I’m auDHD. We as a people are not known for planning ahead. I basically broke my whole face.

In short, as a cook my brain is my most valuable feature. I can put together flavor combinations faster than I can plate….. for most people, plating is the easiest thing in the kitchen. For me, it’s the hardest because my plate is always going to look slightly off until I white knuckle through it. It’s not that I am trying to be difficult. I have to do everything by how it feels because my brain is not just all of the sudden going to start using my eyes correctly.

I was today years old when I learned that it was all connected physically. We can leave auDHD out of it for a second. I thought that my lack of 3D vision was from medical malpractice, and I don’t believe I’m entirely wrong on that one. What I do believe is that there is an equal chance that a doctor made a mistake in the delivery room as there is “I got CP, and lack of stereopsis is a symptom of it. Seriously. I was born with it. I’m 46. Today years old.

The reason it’s impossible to tell is that I haven’t had a neurological workup since I was 18 months old. Hypotonia doesn’t generally get worse, but is chronically misdiagnosed from one to the other. It would be interesting if I found the key to unlocking me completely at random……. just like I stumbled into autism.

I couldn’t judge the difference between a neurotypical brain and a neurodivergent one, either. This is because I did not do the research on ADHD that I should’ve when I was diagnosed. I went to the doctor. I got medication. It worked. End of story……. or is it?

No, there was so much more. There was social perception of the neurodivergent brain (childish). I can tell you for sure this is not true. We show up at the office with the best of intentions and work so much harder for a lesser result. I get it. Doesn’t make it suck less.

Neurotypicals, we don’t want to work for you. We really don’t. It affects our self-esteem a ridiculous amount. Every meeting with the boss means immediate termination, because the boss only comes to your desk when you are a straight-up problem for them. I get it. We are a problem for you. No doubt. But is it really better for your neurodivergent employees to fucking beat the shit out of themselves every single day? Is it worth it to you, as a boss, to have employees that fear you to that degree? We live in our failures because you make us.

The vice president of Alert Logic, in his letter to me that won me the second Rock Star award in six months, said that “if every Alert Logic employee was like Leslie, we’d have a much better company.” I was fired six months later because I couldn’t write things down while I talked. Here is what I know to be true. The vice president wouldn’t have fired me. Middle management got frustrated and gave up.

It wasn’t a problem that I got fired. That tiny piece paled in comparison to the fallout, because I wasn’t just supporting myself. I was supporting Dana as well, because she hadn’t found a job yet (another huge red flag). We had no income coming in at all, and I was blamed heavily for it instead of Dana saying, “you know what? I should get a job.” She did after I got fired, of course, but she didn’t do a damn thing to help me in terms of money or finding her own support system while I was at work. The reason I didn’t find it problematic at first is because I got the “perfect job for me” and I made plenty of money to give her whatever kind of life she wanted. She just didn’t go out and grab it, staying home to support me instead.

I will never be able to repay that gift, because she did indeed help me. It just didn’t work out in the long run. I am not berating her for her decisions, just telling you how they affected me. In some ways, I got everything I ever wanted. In some ways, it was the beginning of the end….. mostly due to Dana’s DUI. That’s conjecture, but even if it’s bullshit, it’s my perception.

Dana’s self-esteem went to shit before we ever moved to Houston because she felt so humiliated and guilty. Therefore, her depression got worse as I got stronger. What I know is that if I had been the one who’d been arrested, Dana would have reacted the same way I did…. out of her mind trying to get to me and supportive the whole way through. But when you’re fighting your own battle, you often don’t see your squire, the one who is tasked with and vetted to help you. It’s not like I didn’t know what contract I was signing. I just never in a million years realized how fast it was going to devolve into a manic rambling spiral….. for me.

Dana is not bipolar (as far as I know). Therefore, only I was ever cycling up. Dana just had to wallow because she was physically incapable of not. I mean, what would you do in that situation? Wouldn’t it make you feel worthless? I can’t imagine, but I’ve had so many friends go through it.

If you think I’m crazy to want to marry Daniel after what I went through with Dana, here’s the difference. Daniel made the commitment to himself (and therefore me and Cora) to get sober and stay that way. His alcoholism had gotten to the point where it was untenable, so he knew that it was “get better or die” time. That he had the impetus on his own to say “enough is enough. I’m done.”

It often takes hitting a truly hard rock bottom to see how you don’t need to be temporarily done anymore. I also don’t know the recidivism rate on DUI… whether I was right in believing that Dana was absolutely going to be arrested again because the first time didn’t change her behavior. I got to the point where I thought, “even if I’m wrong and this never happens again, I cannot trust that it won’t.” In retrospect, I was not having an emotional affair because I needed it for the present. I needed it to give me strength for the future.

I couldn’t think about cheating. I could only lay it out in front of Dana and say, “this is what is happening to me. It’s a new relationship energy that’s swallowing me whole because it’s so bright and happy.” What I did not say is “you’re going down and I don’t want to go with you.” In short, the plan was just to be honest and work my way through it. As Supergrover and I became closer, the hard outs alienated Dana. It was a Supermess.

Supergrover and I absolutely deserved a space of our own because of the hard out, and couldn’t get it because Dana was convinced that Supergrover would read my writing and feel touched by an angel or some shit. Though that’s not what happened at all, I appreciate Dana’s confidence in my ability.

Or as I told Supergrover, “I never railed that you were straight, dear heart. It’s that I thought you might be Cynthia Nixon and in effect, you’re not because I’m not that good a writer.” Yes, because that’s how sexual orientation works….. because it doesn’t right up until people like Cynthia say “uh-oh. What is this?” So, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility in my mind…. and it wasn’t real, either. I believed her, truly. I was wrong. That didn’t make my thoughts wrong, just wrong for her.

It was honestly a relief to learn about Michael, because when said feelings occurred, she presented to me as a single mom for months. I thought of her in a completely different way because that’s how she told me to think of her. She wasn’t wrong not to tell me. I should have done a lot of things differently and I feel solid about that. What I did know is that if I was ridiculously worried about her all the time, he made me stop.

If you knew the whole story, it would not be a surprise to you how I got from “Supergrover needs someone like me” to Supergrover needs me” so goddamn fast- and how, in some ways- learning about Michael’s existence felt too late to do any good for me, because I was so wrecked…. and not because she rejected me. It was all my own shit to get rid of, and I did. I went from wanting to be the partner to being happy to be the virtual guard dog.

It was my job to feel protective of her, and I most certainly did. Godzilla has nothing on me, and neither does Lloyd Dobbler. If I thought it would do any good at all, I would play fuckin’ Peter Gabriel.

Months ago, maybe October, I laid it all out there for her. My entire thought process from beginning to end, why I felt so close to her even if she didn’t feel close to me. That this is how much I love you and want to help. All I got back was “don’t think your psychoanalysis is correct.” Fuck me running. I can’t win with this woman and I am tired. I have done everything she’s asked for jack shit in return, so I finally got the message to move on. She stomped all over my heart and it had nothing to do with romance.

Fatality.

This is all due, I believe, to auDHD. She cannot understand why I sound rude and demanding even though I’m the most tenderheart bear she’s ever met. Why my love letter came across as “psychoanalysis” and not “I will sit with you even when you need to be silent.” I know from experience that she is also walking around town with a third degree burn on her face. I only wanted to be Neosporin to help the scars heal.

I cannot undo anything that happened to her. I really can’t. But what I can do is receive her. Listen to her. But, of course when she said she was too overwhelmed yet again, after five years, I realized that it wasn’t all time commitments and I was pouring more energy into her than she really wanted, even if she couldn’t just stop being nice and tell me that.

I need to hear things flat out, and I can give what I require. All of my personality is designed for helping others, but you have to see past the wrapping paper. I am not here to be nice, I am here to be kind. I won’t just let anyone struggle.

What I know for sure is that it doesn’t matter whether it’s a little kid or the president of the United States….. I will not stand by. That’s because we’re all misfits on the edge of society. There’s so much less “normal” out there than people think.

Therefore, my most favorite people are the outcasts……. there are so many more of us than will ever visit the “in-crowd…..” because we’ll be barred from it eventually, anyway….. even after two Rock Star awards.

God bless the outcasts, which, as it turns out, means “God bless the whole world.”