#personal life update

[666writingcafe]

A String of Texts

Part One

Diavolo: Construction has commenced for the school.

MC: *thumbs up emoji*

Diavolo: I've also opened up an application process to fill teaching positions.

Diavolo: Solomon was right. I'm not the only one who wants a better future for the Devildom.

Diavolo: In fact, this is the current state of my office.

Diavolo: *picture of desk and floor being covered with giant stacks of paperwork*

MC: *shocked crow sticker*

MC: That's a LOT of applications.

Diavolo: I know. I was wondering if you were able to help me go through them.

MC: Certainly. What sort of things are you looking for?

Diavolo: Well, I know that some of these aren't genuine. Either they want to use this as an opportunity to exploit me, or they want to continue bullying the brothers and figure that they could get away with it if they had some amount of authority over them. I can't allow that to happen.

MC: So, weed out the phonies. Got it. Anything else?

Diavolo: Figure out who's the most qualified for different positions.

MC: Is there going to be job interviews as well?

Diavolo: Of course, but I don't want to waste my time by interviewing just anyone that's applied. I have other duties to do, after all.

MC: Understandable.

MC: Solomon and I will swing by in a little bit to grab some of those stacks.

~~~

Part Two

Lucifer: I need you to come over and spend the night at the House. I have plans with the prince, and I have no idea how long they'll last.

MC: Will do. Do I need to bring/cook dinner for your brothers?

Lucifer: I would say that's not necessary, but the last few meals have been disasters, so do with that information what you will.

MC: *thumbs up emoji*

MC: I'll grab ingredients to make stew.

Lucifer: Stew?

MC: It's generally rather filling.

Lucifer: Even for an Avatar of Gluttony?

MC: Oh, he'll get his own pot.

Lucifer: Wow...you've certainly thought about this, haven't you?

MC: Just making sure I have all my bases covered.

MC: Moving on from food...

Lucifer: Yes?

MC: Diavolo has given me some paperwork to sift through, and I was wondering if I could bring it along with me.

Lucifer: Absolutely. It's important to complete assignments for the prince. I'll make sure you have a place to work.

MC: *thumbs up emoji*

~~~

Part Three

MC: Don't forget to use protection.

Diavolo: *picture of a box of condoms*

MC: DUDE

MC: I MEANT THAT AS A JOKE

MC: I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU ACTUALLY INTEND ON PULLING THE MOVES ON LUCIFER THIS EVENING

Diavolo: *laughing crow sticker*

MC: Allow me to give you a piece of advice, then: DON'T abuse the power you have over him to make him do stuff he normally wouldn't consent to.

Diavolo: I didn't realize that future me was that much of an ass.

MC: In my timeline, that sort of thing happened long before I came in the picture. Just...don't succumb to the temptation, okay?

Diavolo: I'll try my best not to.

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan, @anxious-chick, @5mary5, @expressionless-fr

[inarmes]

well!

[atticollateral]

Autism Assessment Update (bc it's been almost 3 months since I mentioned it haha oops) (it's a novel. you've been warned.)

tagging @examishbookwyrm bc they did comment on my autism assessment post I made in MARCH!! n i didn't respond...(adhd moment) get honourable mention'd.

--- SOOOO. BIG ASS PERSONAL LIFE UPDATE!!! I have... literally the worst news? Like the worst-worst news I think I will ever share. So imma start from the beginning :> [I detail everything about the assessment in this post. The process, the assessment itself, and the after.]

So. This is part of the NS Pilot Program for assessing people who were going to age out of the early-childhood-assessment waitlist (because hey! it is a 5 year long wait! haha!) which was led by NS Health and the Gov. of Canada (who paid for all the assessments.) It's safe to say that NOBODY is happy! (if you look it up you will find articles on how... awful it's been. Also if you look up articles I might have left out details bc my brain is VERY SPOTTY bc i am enraged) but anyway,

The first part of this is they had been calling my mom during the day; my mother had been working days. So she wasn't picking up. And they weren't answering her calls back or her messages! Already a big red flag. Because they can't get ahold of her they call me. Me! The person they're going to assess, who, at the time, was 18, and perfectly capable of consenting, as an adult, and taking care of their own medical records and appointments and such. They go "Hello, is this (deadname's) mom?" And I go "This is (deadname); and my name is [Chosen]" and they go "Oh, Well. Can you get your mother to call us?" And I said in a tone I believe was very clearly annoyed bc wtf? "Oh, no, you can tell me whatever you're going to tell her!" They tell me "Well we're looking to get you into the NS pilot program for autism assessments" yada yada "is that something you'd be interested in?" And me being me (poor and reasons to think I'm autistic and being on the waitlist) go "yeah!" AND THIS FUCKING WOMAN GOES "ok then get your mom to call us. this is the date. we need her to confirm." and I go "...why?" and they go "we just need to talk to her." and I go "...why can't you just talk to me?" and she just repeats herself so I go "um. ok. well. you have a good day? bye?" and hang up. So i'm simmering; bc I am literally an adult. I don't need my mom. I should be treated like an adult and I'm getting infantilized. I got the woman's name and # so I give it to my mom. It takes another month to get a date for the assessment approved bc they STILL WONT ANSWER HER CALLS OR MESSAGES.

My mother was required to do two prerequisite assessments a week or two before my in-person one. One over the phone and one over zoom. I am above the age of 16 (as stated) and perfectly capable of consent and being an informant. (you are legally allowed to consent to a majority of medical assessments in NS when you turn 16 w/o alerting ur parents, and clearly allowed to do that over the age of 18 as that is age of majority.) So i'm just miffed. They tell her not to tell me anything. She says fuck that (thank the gods) and so she tells me things they tell her. So the night before the assessment I help her with the form they MAKE HER FILL OUT before the assessment like "when did your child start walking/running" "when did they learn to ride a bike" "when did they start talking/writing" stuff like that. and I go ok. sure. autism can show in early childhood, it's a neurological developmental disorder. I get it. Even though autistic individuals can have average, slowed, or accelerated development (IT'S ALMOST LIKE ITS LITERALLY CALLED AUTISM SPECTRUM DISORDER) There's a question that catches me off guard. "what is your child's dominant hand" ...i'm sorry. back it up. *Yes.* There are studies that say many people who have ASD are left handed or ambidextrous. But oh. My. Gods. Above. THAT IS NOT GROUNDS FOR DIAGNOSIS; and you can also ASK THE KID during the assessment! What kind of question?! [I am right-hand predominant but I am ambidextrous.]

I move on.

I go into the assessment. On the table; the dr's introductory sheet in a photo frame. His title sits atop the document with a head, MADE OF BLUE PUZZLE PIECES alarm bells alarm bells alarm bells oh my fucking god help me jesus christ please help me i promise i'll believe in you if you help me right now please please plea "Hi!" A woman greets us, sitting in an office with the door open. I don't know her name. She doesn't stand from her desk. "I'll be with you in a moment." I laugh awkwardly. My mom says ok as the woman shuts her door. I tell my mom "I hate it here; can we go home?" Because I genuinely feel unsafe; I'm shaking. She laughs softly and goes "It'll be okay." So I put a brave face on bc I love my mom and she's nice and wait for the lady. She calls us in a few minutes later. I don't remember her introducing herself. I don't remember her offering a handshake or any other "polite" gesture. That would be something important to do, and I would have remembered it. She tells us how long it will be and a lay down of what's gonna happen and asks MY MOTHER FOR CONSENT TO FILM ME. Not ME for consent to film ME, an 18 year old. My mom turns to me confused and asks me if I'm okay with it instead. I go "yeah." (I was not okay with it); the woman told us the assessment would not happen if they could not film it. So I agreed; giving *assent* rather than *consent* was something I was pissed off about then and there. The woman asks HER if she'd like to stay so my mom asks ME if she wants me to stay, I hug my mom after I ask her to leave because I'm an adult and can handle myself. I don't need my mom to be there. I sit down. I have my pompompurin stuffed animal with me and a messenger bag with pens and stuff in it because I know there are things to write and don't like using other people's things. She doesn't ask about the bag. She sets up the camera and such, explaining that she'll have to occasionally turn to her laptop to make sure the recording is still going. I have pompom in my lap along with a fidget while she talks. She says something along the lines of "um, you'll want to put that away, you'll need your hands." And I go, rather firmly, something along the lines of; "I'll put it away when I need to use my hands. I am focusing on you right now." To which she seems surprised and goes "um... okay, that's fine." And continues on. (Was she not expecting an adult to have clear boundaries and be able to state their needs?) She offhandedly mentions something about [Dr] perhaps coming in to see me at some point during the assessment. My heart drops. She's not the doctor? She isn't the psychiatrist? What the hell?

The assessment begins. They're giving me tests for children, she said she made it harder. I disagree. I find the tasks easy. Simple games/puzzles. I tell her I like puzzles. She keeps throwing positive affirmation at me; I become annoyed with it after awhile because I know she's only doing it to make me continue doing the activity. It's common for people who work with children. She is infantilizing me. I know I was thinking it subconsciously.

The tests are not geared towards my age range, I notice immediately. I become miffed, going "these are too easy for me so far" or something to that effect. She laughs at me. I become upset. We start the reading part of the test. I read to show reading speed and comprehension. I read out loud to show my pronunciation. I read words that don't exist to show my reasoning skills when it comes to language. I am in my 5th year of high school (I struggle with school). This task is mundane and annoying. I feel like I am in third grade. I feel infantilized. I feel like the tests aren't going to be accurate. I am annoyed. I do it fast as I can to get it over with. Some of the reading pieces she makes me do multiple times.

We begin the mathematics part. I am not good at mathematics. She has upped the difficulty for the mathematics, she tells me. I begin; The first test is a Working Memory test; listing numbers she reads to me in a specific order. I am bad at it after the more convoluted ones. Some of the work is recognizing shapes and patterns. There is addition, fractions, multiplication and division questions. She points out I'm 'doing the test wrong' multiple times. I tell her that this test is stupid (or something to that effect) due to the structure. She laughs at me. There are a few tests I can't do or become quickly annoyed with (naming mean, median, and mode, prime numbers, fractions.) As I haven't done them since 11th grade level (I took a different math course and haven't done math since I finished my credits 2 school years ago.) We break for lunch after doing half of the mathematics.

I return to continue with the mathematics. I am still annoyed even after eating lunch. I had complained to my mother how it felt like torture: No eraser, No Calculator, no Tools, and no asking for help (She is not allowed to give me help, even if I don't know something.) I am on the brink of actual tears in frustration because I cannot receive help. I understand the potential why, but I think it's idiotic.

We begin the writing and listening comprehension. I am made to write an essay on a game I like and why I like it, I am given 10 minutes. I write it about Minecraft and it's offshoots. For listening comprehension, there are a few tests. I tell her about certain parts of what i've heard. Most of them are ads, so telling her what they say is easy for me, because it feels like slush and I have trained my ears to pick up more important information because of APD (Auditory Processing Disorder). She repeats them a few times to get me to tell her more. There are more working memory tests. Something with shapes, form, and colours. One about things she's listed. There's a test where I tell her a story in a picture book based on photos only. I am becoming tired. There's a test where I need to copy a picture. I am not allowed to trace the picture. I am not allowed to hold the picture. I am not allowed to use a tool. She says something about how I should like it because I told her I am an artist. I start going on while begrudgingly doing the test that this is horrible, this isn't what art is, and i'd like to not be doing it this way because it is impractical. She laughs at me again. I am annoyed. I get to take another short break after that.

There is another test when I come back with shapes. I see there are 8 pieces and a grid I must put them in; observing the grid, I go "I need all 8 pieces." She gives me 4 pieces. I frown. I say "I need all 8 of them, can I have them please?" as I put the 4 she gave me into the grid. She hands me 2. I put them in. I repeat myself. "I know I need all 8 of them. Can you give them to me please?" She gives me 1. I become insanely frustrated at that point. "What is this?" I go, "Can I have the last piece?" I ask her annoyedly, and she gives it to me. She's smiling. She thinks this is funny? I put it in the place. I rearrange the pieces into a nicer pattern in the grid because she annoyingly gave me the pieces while she takes her notes.

There is an activity where I have to tell her a story using 5 random pieces of garbage. She shows me how to do it first when I already understand the premise and was going to do it after the verbal instruction and presentation of the items. I know it is to assess my imaginative play. I am an 18 year old artist. This is easier than breathing to me. I do it begrudgingly because I am embarrassed to do it. She laughs at me again. I am so annoyed at this point I am thinking the most angry thoughts. What is her issue??? I don't say anything while I wait for the other tests.

I am presented with a test with over 100 questions. I say out loud multiple times "I don't have OCD" to multiple questions I've been asked before to assess me for OCD. She says something about 'Don't think about it. just answer.' and I say something along the lines of "I've been to therapy since I was about 12. I do therapy speak. I know what the questions are asking me. I can't not think about it." She scoffs at me. I am so irritated. Many of the questions ask me if I am suicidal. Many of the questions ask me if I am paranoid. There are questions about ego, and questions about self-worth, questions about poverty, questions about things that don't pertain (to see if I'm paying attention.) I finish the test. She asks if I answered honestly. I say "I think so." But I my answers will be different tomorrow. They're always different later. That's how surveys work.

One of the last tests is asking me questions and having me answer. Things like "do you have friends?" "how do you feel about relationships?"; I ask her "Well, how do you define relationships? Are you in any? Are you asking me about friendship or dating?" She tells me she has a partner; a husband if I recall. I say something about marriage and romance. She asks me more questions about feelings, boundaries, relationships, and experiences in my life. It is the last test.

We leave the room to talk to my mother in the waiting room. I have not seen [Dr] once. Girl asks me what my pronouns are. I tell her it/its. She complains. I tell her too bad flat out. We leave.

I only learn upon getting home that her name is Alison.

I wait a month for my draft results. I had to get my teacher to fill out a form. I had to sign a consent form for them to do that which they made me do digitally after the assessment and CLEARLY wanted my mother to sign. She gets me to sign it because I'm an adult. She understands.

My mom sits me down. She goes "You aren't going to like this." I frown. "I'm not autistic?" She nods. "You aren't. But they said you have 3 or 4 other things."

Alarm bells again. I get her to bring up my draft assessment on the computer for me to read. I am enraged. They refer to me as "transgendered". They misgendered me. There were numerous, insane typos that would be easy to catch on the first pass.

I begin work on an Essay/Paper telling them why their assessment is bullshit and how I meet the criteria for autism spectrum disorder. (I READ THE DSM-5 AND DSM-5-TR FOR THIS CRAP.) I also berate them the whole time for their behaviour, the nature of the assessment, and lack of care. A week or so later I get the final draft. They still misgendered me; and there are still typos. I get my mom to email it to me and I send it to multiple of my friends, my Therapist, and give her my consent to share it with my Psychiatrist and anyone else she sees fit with her discretion with the password for the protected document, along with a screenshot pointing out the most glaring typo (being misgendered.) My therapist and psychiatrist show it to the Autism Lead in their district with my consent.

I receive an overwhelmingly positive onslaught of "this assessment is bullshit! You SHOULD be angry." The autism lead tells my therapist I do likely have autism based on what was shown and told to her, and to get a second opinion (as she can't diagnose me without assessing me herself). I tell my therapist more about the assessment. She does some research.

The Psychometrist (someone who administers psychological tests/assessments) is underqualified during time of assessment.

Medical Negligence.

[Dr.] Is clearly on grounds to be tried for Medical Malpractice.

I am now working on submitting a complaint and finishing my paper.

I may potentially be involved in legal trouble against the psychologist I never even got to see or speak to.

Fuck that guy.

[firebirdeternal]

Personal life update:

Partially moved in with my elderly father because his health is failing dramatically and he has a need to take daily medication about it but cannot be trusted to take it on schedule anymore.

This is emotionally complex for me because my dad spent my entire life being a volatile and abusive bastard to everyone around him, for the sheer joy and catharsis of being able to get reactions out of people as far as I can tell.

I don't. Want to be here. I don't want to be the one doing this. There is nobody else. He was even worse to my older sister than he was to me. Someone has to do this. (And even if I didn't feel morally responsible, genuinely, legally in the state I live in, I am the one responsible)

But what I'm not is capable. I'm a barely functional mess myself. One could easily argue that I'm NOT functional because my own health is in a tailspin and I can't make myself Function long enough or consistently enough to see my own needs met.

This is at least seventy percent a venting rant at this point because I've spent the last seven hours continuously reminding him that he can't have anything to eat or drink since he has a procedure in the morning and no less than five times had to take something away from him because he either Forgot or was genuinely trying to sneak it under the assumption that the doctors didn't actually know what they were talking about when they gave instructions.

I'm tired and I'm hungry and I'm stressed and I just want this over with but there Is No Over With just more and different problems for the foreseeable future

[hellsbellssinclub]

I’m taking Sunday off. Fuck this job. Extra money is not worth dealing with this ward.

Not in the the fucking mood to deal with any of this 🫠

We have 2 bank staff, 2 grads one RN and me plus the ANUM. Thank fuck the Anum is one of the good ones here because this shift has been a cluster fuck and I hate it. Had an admission, bed not working, confused pts and one pt who has been getting shitty taht the ice machine isn’t working.

I am not going up stairs to get one or some fucking ice. She will not die without it she can stop being a cunt and settle the fuck down

I’m taking the weekend off. Fuck it 8 hours of extra work is not worth dealing with this

I’m having a nice fucking hot and long bath tomorrow and then do nothing else for the rest of the day

😤😤😤

[lovecore-muppet]

Today’s gonna be so much /nav

Going to work, cleaning up our spare change box that spilled last night, buying some bananas, maybe making a smoothie, and going for a volunteer meeting at the library

—DG

[aggold15hi01]

Life update-23rd/ 24th December 2024

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the pictures and none of them are mine.

Credits to Bella Alarie, Allisha Gray: Juju Watkins: GQ via YT: YT and everyone else whom they had worked their magic behind the scenes both in person and online.

*Mele kalikimaka- Merry Christmas in Hawaiian Language

*Wahine- Woman in Hawaiian Language

Aloha everybody,

Although sadly I couldn't do a Fan Fiction project to celebrate Christmas unfortunately however I do wanted to share something on here despite how sadly this isn't a Christmas Post as what everyone had expected unfortunately.

Anyway for those who are celebrating; wishing everyone a safe; happy, secure and steady yet an unconditionally supportive 'mele kalikimaka' or Merry Christmas with your loved ones.

But if anyone who isn't celebrating; I'm so sorry to hear that: sending you loads of unconditional prayers to make sure god bless you in every steps of the way as equally as possible in an unconditionally steady, sincere: and a safe way no matter how tough life does truthfully gets to be honest in general.

Anyway, I've decided to share those pictures of my favorite wahines whom they are either playing or coaching (in Bella's case) as part of the WBB community obviously.

Also, in other words; mele kalikimaka: happy holidays and merry Christmas to everyone out there! May god bless you, protect you; support you and love you in every steps of the way endless no matter how tough and difficult life can be at certain times as I believe god does has your back no matter what exactly you are going through.

Anyway; take care of yourself; have a safe, steady and an unconditionally supportive Christmas and same goes for the holiday season as well.

[therealmofadisneyfangirl]

I decided I return to reviewing Kim Possible when I am on Spring Break from college

[searenbound]

If I go radio silent again it’s grandma related again.

She was doing so well, she was sticking to her routine and pt exercises, and now she’s had another major setback. We don’t know the cause yet, it could be anything from infection to mental health because she recently visited her daughter’s grave site and that sometimes seems to come with set backs.

[ccaudle]

CARNIVAL CRUISE 2024 VACAY

Hey ya’ll I’m back from vacation took a detox from social media little bit well I didn’t have good service or wifi on the ship I didn’t know about care package or download ship app carnival Julibee I had relaxing vacation I was resting !!! The only beach I survived was mahogany bay I got sun burnt I hear from a lot of ppl you got to go on cruise once In your life it was experience not my interest neither is boutique shops I love tiktok and amazon lol you save money 😂 bingo gambling drinking it was cool to learn history and exploring the ship

[makowashimai]

Well, I was a victim of the Kia Challenge today. I live in a gated community, went out to get into my car at 6:53am this morning, and my car was GONE. Luckily when this stupid thing started, I went out and bought and Apple AirTag and hid it in my emergency blanket, and put it in my cubby tray that has a cover on it with my tools, so the police and I were able to find my car within about 30 minutes to an hour when my car was stolen. My car was 1.1 miles from my apartment complex. Little shits broke out my back passenger window, dismantled my steering wheel column, damaged my center console, flung papers all over the place looking for valuable stuff and or weapons, luckily they did not find my gate key to my complex hidden in the sunglasses case holder. But they left their tools in my drivers seat, I am assuming that they were going to come back and finish the job after school. Since you know, part of this challenge is to do as much damage as possible to the car they take for a joy ride. Luckily I have really good car insurance, was able to have them cover the tow that the police arrange once my car was recovered and sent it to a trusted impound lot until I could arrange for my insurance company to take it to their lot for inspection, got a REALLY nice rental car during this time. Was told that if my car is totaled due to the damage that was done, that I would get a check for the Kelly Blue book worth of my car, which should cover all my loan and a down payment for a new car (probably not a Kia to be honest), or they will send it to get repaired. Hopefully my car will be able to get repaired, but it will honestly never feel the same after being violated by shithead kids. My apartment complex who has 24/7 surveillance of the community, including camera footage of when my car left and what time and they will be working with the police to figure out what time my car was taken to help ID the kids who took my car. They were pretty upset about my car being taken from our gated community. Guess they held a meeting about it this morning to up security to make sure it doesn't happen again. My Boss was super awesome today, they took me to go get my rental car, approved of PTO for me for today, and forced me to take PTO tomorrow (I had no options, they texted me and said "You are taking PTO tomorrow too"). Told me whatever I needed to let them know and they would help me out. Told me I needed to take care of my car stuff, and to not worry about work. Great of them considering that we have important people coming to the office next week, and as part of facilities both of us have a lot to do to prepare for it.

So it has been an eventful 12 plus hours for me, at least I got my car back, thank GOD for me thinking ahead and putting a tracker on my car as a fail safe for if this kind of thing happened.

[bendluck]

Now the lp and ep collection can finally have a new life. Need to find some support for the lps to stand spine out so its easier to rifle through, unfortunately the shelf is a bit too wide as is.

Now playing: king kong song - abba

Track 3, side A

[julessworldd]

The fact I have a chance to go to PNW after Christmas is so mind boggling. Going with my favorite aunt too! 3 years later I have the chance and I’m praying and manifesting that I can go and get out of Tennessee for a week 😫 first time she went I was graduating hs and my parents made me stay to get my diploma. It was the summer and it was so pretty! I’m gonna freeze to death but anything to go to my dream state

[bruh-anator3000]

I get to play Poe in Nightfall and I gotta say, these few lines, I'm very excited to perform 😏

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[hellsbellssinclub]

The issues of living with my family is this:

I cant learn how to draw sexy stuff because I don't want them to accidentally look over my shoulders and see it.

My desk is currently out in the kitchen/living area because that is the only place that will fit it but I rarely feel comfortable drawing with others around. And not just the sexy stuff too. While I could draw on my bed (and have in the past) I find that it is easier to do so on a table

I'm trying to do sketches and stuff in my room for now but it is hard when I have so many ideas to draw (sexy and non sexy) and it just D:

I got a couple more months before I move out and I can always do stuff while the kids are at school but...

Urgh.

I just want my own place. And to make sexy stuff in private