When my real father was around he HATED when I got something wrong, be it math homework, chores or any kind of task.
Maddog is a little more lenient but still gets annoyed at me doing slapdash jobs. He never [explicitly] expects perfect jobs but when it comes to cleaning the room I can't leave any stone unturned.
When I have my monthly prescription of Adderall, I am able to do everything right, that's like Popeye's spinach to me. But when it wears off and there is still stuff to do, I begin to realize that I'm inevitably going to suck at it, I will unavoidably fail, and I will unavoidably get cussed out or engaged in a fight that I can't run from.
Now I can't stand messing something up because I've ended up doing so so many times with negative reinforcement following.
When I stayed at the Good Shepard it was even worse; on top of grown men who made it their goal to get a rise out of me every single day, this was capitalized by the sweeping/mopping chore I always got assigned to. One minute I'm moving too much, the next I'm not moving enough, the next I missed a spot that I already cleaned, etc. And I couldn't stand it.
Why does this world hate Autism so much? I'm human nonetheless, why can't that be appreciated?
Maddog is a little more lenient but still gets annoyed at me doing slapdash jobs. He never [explicitly] expects perfect jobs but when it comes to cleaning the room I can't leave any stone unturned.
When I have my monthly prescription of Adderall, I am able to do everything right, that's like Popeye's spinach to me. But when it wears off and there is still stuff to do, I begin to realize that I'm inevitably going to suck at it, I will unavoidably fail, and I will unavoidably get cussed out or engaged in a fight that I can't run from.
Now I can't stand messing something up because I've ended up doing so so many times with negative reinforcement following.
When I stayed at the Good Shepard it was even worse; on top of grown men who made it their goal to get a rise out of me every single day, this was capitalized by the sweeping/mopping chore I always got assigned to. One minute I'm moving too much, the next I'm not moving enough, the next I missed a spot that I already cleaned, etc. And I couldn't stand it.
Why does this world hate Autism so much? I'm human nonetheless, why can't that be appreciated?