I mentioned the supervisor, she was growing more and more irrational
and angry as her long term relationship broke up, she crashed the works
van a few times, and she was really laying into us, calling me stupid
when I asked her a genuine question about what saw to use for my work
and asking me why I couldn’t do an absolutely straight line when putting
in a new edge on a border – because I was not as perfect as she was,
but the worst thing she was doing was taking her anger out on my
epileptic colleague, causing him to drink and neglect himself and not
turn up for work and to have constant fits, which upset me a lot, he
lost teeth while I was there because his fits got so bad.
I stuck my
neck out to defend him repeatedly and determinedly, which brought her
utter wrath down on my head, ‘STOP TAKING YOUR ANGER OUT ON SOMEONE WHO
IS EPILEPTIC!’ I shouted, me, the quietest person on site, I was
misunderstood even on this site for disabled people, because I spoke so
little and couldn’t greet people, I was not diagnosed autistic, and so
no one knew why I was silent.
(Which, until I was diagnosed, and even since, has caused a lot of people to be angry with me).
But my outbursts of anger came as this
woman started to wind everyone up, she snapped at good-natured ***** and *****, so **** kept storming out and going home cursing her, *** was in
so much trouble with fits and not coming to work, and *****was depressed
and going drinking at the club, the team was in disarray when I went and
told the Boss that I was not working for this supervisor any more.
And
then JM involved herself, behind my back, against my wishes, and
certainly not to my benefit, and caused me great embarrassment and she
seemed to think, without knowing anything, that I was to blame for the
confrontation, JM wasn’t there to see this stupid woman coming to work
with a hangover and admitting she had drunk a whole bottle of wine the
previous night, and so JM’s damaging interference that had started at
college went on, and on throughout my adult life. I badly fell out with
JM and told her off, but I also let it blow over as I loved her, she actually seemed surprised when I told her we could put it behind us, and she was pleased too. And
the boss began to clamp down on this stupid supervisor who tried very
hard to ensure she did not get into any trouble for her behaviour, used
JM to help with that, because she had decided to train as a teacher and
did not want a black mark on her record for bullying me and ***, but her behaviour was not just
to me, and was not unnoticed, and I worked with the chargehand from then
on, as I looked for a new job.
Employment officers, the original
man who had helped me into employment and supported me went to work in
another department, I was provided with another employment officer, this
was during the supervisor’s reign of terror, he was an impatient man
and when he met with me and I couldn't say nothing he shouted at me, I told
him, without swearing or cussing, to go away and never get in my away
again, DO NOT SHOUT AT CLIENTS. He obliged, and along came a very
dynamic South African man instead, to replace him, who had tremendous similarities to the man at College who had been my mentor and had had so many fictitious
careers and experiences.
This new man was dynamic, he was determined to
change my world and make me into a high flyer. But he was overambitious
and obviously had problems of his own, this could be nothing but a
repeat of the previous disaster.
This man kept going on about how
he had to gain my trust and how he wanted me to trust him, I was
puzzled, why? He told me had he was a South African Diplomat who had
been an ambassador for South Africa, and how he had had a big house with
servants and everything paid for by the government and how they had had
a beautiful garden and a pony in a paddock and how he had had to get
permission to marry his wife, and how he used to be in navy, at the time
I just took all this at face value, though I didn’t understand why he
had moved from that to a miserable terraced house in Portsmouth and then
to a miserable little house in my town, he was very open about where he
lived, his family, the children’s schools and things, I wondered why he
was telling me all about his personal life, and I wasn’t very
interested, but he told me it was because he wanted me to trust him. A
few years later as a delivery driver I used to deliver takeaways to his
house, he was surprised to see that I had passed my driving test and was
working unsupported and in an industry that required customer service,
albeit minimal and scripted.
He even wanted me to meet his wife and for JM to meet him.
My boyfriend, G, had moved back
to Southampton and was working for the council looking after the
cemetery, and for a while we decided it was too far away for us to
continue our relationship, which was very sad.
But then something
unexpected happened in my life, I met a girl, I never expected such a
thing to happen, but there one evening was a girl sitting on the wall
near the concrete, she was crying, I soon found out that this was very
rare for her, but there she was crying, and despite my autism and
communication problems, I do ask people if they need help if I find them
crying, so I asked her if she was ok, she didn’t say anything, so I
stood there, then she told me her guitar string was broken, I puzzled
over that and wondered if she was like me, as I was sure it was not the
end of the world, but somehow we got talking; she had black hair with
green streaks, she was a talented musician and singer, she like Goth
things and art, she was very different from me in many ways, but in some
ways we were the same, we got to know each other and I was jealous of
her musical talents because I have music going through my veins and I
wanted so much to learn to express it.
I got my own guitar so she could
teach me, she also played and loved her banjo, I had a keyboard, but my
playing was slow, one handed and by ear, so I tried hard to sing along
to her playing, but my dysphasia made it difficult.
Her name was ****, she was gay, we got on well, I got
involved, I started reading ‘Diva’ and going to the gay club with her,
but there was one thing I couldn’t do, I couldn’t sleep with her.
**** was quiet but she had a wicked temper very occasionally, same as me, and I remember
JM laughing when I told her I had been hit by a flying saucepan, she
said something to one of the church about me having a saucepan shaped
bruise which was why I couldn’t kneel at the altar, JM seemed to like me
being gay, she never met ****, but she met G.
When G.
and I got back in touch I told him sadly that I thought I was gay, he
said he didn’t mind, he wanted to marry me anyway, I don’t things could
have got more complicated than that.
G. was very straightforward, me having a slight confusion about who I was, didn't phase him.
But because I could not bring
myself to sleep with ****, and dancing was not enough for her, we were
struggling, I am sad about this, it got more and more upsetting, ****
went to Ireland to her mother.
And as for me, I have never puzzled out my sexual orientation because I am not really mature enough to have one or care.
I missed **** and
was lost, but G. comforted me, I started to make that long journey
to Southampton to meet up with him, we would walk round Southampton
holding hands, we would stop and have a cool glass of coke at the pub,
we would go to the Cinema, I wasn’t used to cinema, but he was and he
taught me how to buy tickets, so I soon relaxed, it is actually a
reasonably comfortable environment for me, the sound is a bit loud and
the screen a bit bright, but I can cope. I remember us seeing a gangster
film while we held hands and behaved ourselves in the back row, and
G’s dad, a senior police officer, gave us a lift home, he listened
to us plotting robberies and drugs hauls as he drove us home, he thought
we were hilarious.
So, my confidence was rocked by work difficulties, but it wasn't surprising that in an environment where even the supervisor had problems and needed support, there would be problems, and my lack of diagnosis made it harder for everyone.
But this was also the time when I almost matured into an adult in the relationships sense, I didn't quite make it, but I am lucky to remember two sweet friendships at that time, G, and ****.
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