So I recently went to see my lawyer, who has been helping me deal with legal problems for years now. These are issues pertaining to two former support workers who stitched me up years ago, and blew something out of proportion, to the point where I lost my flexible support, as well as losing my flat in supported accommodation. The whole story is a long and confusing mess, however, so I cannot really explain everything from start to finish. But they, along with their bosses, did devious things. And well, you can imagine how upsetting it is for myself, now that I've gone through all of this hassle, time and time again.
After multiple prison terms (being both remanded and sentenced) for breaching court orders, my life has become an utter joke now. They caused me to do time in three different prisons, never once willing to take any accountability for betraying me. These days, I am bored out of my skull. Either that, or I am lonely and depressed, so I hardly feel motivated to do anything. The Internet is often a waste of time in general, because forums to do with video games for example, are populated by some silly, snide people. Plus, there is hardly any activity on those kind of message boards these days, compared to many years ago. So it often feels pointless to post at all. My OCD kicks in though, if I am not online. And I've got agoraphobia and social anxiety into the bargain, so in a way, the Internet is all I have.
Anyway, my lawyer had me going to his office one day in Edinburgh, to prove to me that he wasn't "doing nothing!" This was after I went whining to other firms that he was not reliable, hoping to have him replaced. Basically, I've grown wary of him. That's because he's not doing enough. Or, at least I feel that way...
When I asked him how long this crap stays on my record, he said it's gonna be there forever. But what I meant was, the time one has to declare this when hunting for jobs, and whatnot. So I did my own research online about the legalities of having to disclose that information, and it appears that a non-harassment order becomes 'spent' right after it expires. So either he does not know about that, or he does not want me to know, in case he thinks I would contact these people again. There's three orders, and two are running until the summer of 2028. I'm 34 now, so I'd be 42 when they all end, unless something changes beforehand. For I did try to offer an apology and some sort of explanation, but they had fully turned against me by that point, and so they just kept on reporting me, which in turn caused me to be arrested over and over again.
My lawyer basically had all of these police statements from people, from God only knows how far back in time, naming various complainers. Although he would not let me have any of the paperwork to look at. Some of the names I either did not know of or I did not remember them, as they likely used aliases. Or I was never interviewed about that stuff. But that does not explain what he is actually going to do as my solicitor going forward with any proceedings. At one point, he said, "I can say you were provoked if you want, but I don't think it will make a difference!"
The provocation part stems from other people, related to films. I've had people talking about me online, and screwing me out of both extra roles in movies, plus not providing a refund via Indiegogo, when I sent money to random people I'd never heard of, in order to try to be an extra in these low budget movies they were producing. But people that I have beef with had been saying things to get me blacklisted, which is pathetic to the core. And I have no support any more whatsoever, which means that in general, there is bugger all to do each week. It has been like this for me now, for several years.
Social services have clearly washed their hands of me, and now we are stuck with this 'social distancing' drag, because of the coronavirus ordeal that has defined 2020. This means pretty much all of normality has been cancelled. Yet the irony here is that I never had a social life before, but now I cannot easily obtain one anyway.
My PDD-NOS makes it hard for me to look at people when I'm speaking to them. So I have been alone for what feels like forever. Every year brings about the same annoying problems. But that does not mean I like being alone. It's just so hard for me to talk to people. The few times I attempted to fit in with others, I was mocked or rejected, because I was not interesting enough, or whatever.
Years ago, I looked for this ex-girlfriend I met way back in 2005. I am sure she knew I was looking for her, too, yet she denied that anybody had informed her about me leaving adverts on Gumtree. When I got back with her in 2012, there was no happy ending. Just emotional and financial abuse from this scam artist, until she eventually faded away. I'm not even good looking at all, and when I talk, my accent is so thick and desperate sounding.
Recently, I've been feeling sad over the fact I started to think about another girl, I knew from my high school days. She was in my art class in 1998. I don't know her last name, but I know her first name is Nicola. She's probably a mother now and married, or anything. However, I did see her years ago, working in a cinema. But I'm talking years ago.
I feel like I'll always be alone. Paying for the company of females is a waste of time, as I am too anxious or tired to have satisfactory sex with any of them. That's not to say I don't have urges, but honestly. Those escorts and mistresses, and so forth, are cold and shallow. For a long time, I seen this Polish lady. I'd even let her keep the change if I overpaid her, and then one day ages ago, she made out she did not want to see me again because of my skin. And I once seen this transgender person. You know? One of those Thai ladyboys that look like any other gorgeous oriental woman, although they may or may not have a penis. Well, I seen one years ago. When I went back to see who I assumed was her, the experience was way different. The polar opposite, in fact. The next thing I know, she's calling me names on this review site, and saying I deserve an autistic brain. Like, seriously. What the hell?
There's even women online that specialize in something called femdom, where guys with no taste are stupidly sending them cash for free. It's just dumb, and it's feeding their nasty traits. However, as long as there's men out there daft enough to do that, there will be no end to that "money is the root of all evil" gag.
But, yeah. Life just sucks now. If I had been born with a normal brain, this horrible ordeal with me being hurt by everybody I ever cared about, may have not happened. To be honest, I feel embarrassed as well, as if I've exhausted all possible angles in life by being insane. Like, I feel as if I'll always be the guy who gets laughed at and mistreated by others, or be the Z to everyone's A, B, and C. If you know what I mean.