I'm browsing the internet following another job outage that I thought was really going to work out,
still don't know if it was temporary to cover for another employee, or I 'didn't fit in' to their corporate ideal.
They just plain wouldn't say. I know what I was doing and supposed to be doing, and yet it just ended up on the 30 day mark they handed me a termination form (not pink, as the cliche goes.. ) Another Failure To Fit In. Despite my efforts to Fit In.
I ponder things a lot between diversions of my attention. I'm 14 years out of college and still renting, alone (if 2 cats don't count) but not isolated, actually I think most of my closer friends are a bit on the 'I adapted the best I can to this society, but dang if I can figure out what normal is'..
Some backhistory to play with both of our heads; Parents both 39 when I showed up, social problems in school, (one expulsion from a private school, a repeat of a grade, and an era when corporal punishment was permissable in schools, quite a few waps for being disruptive).. Again, I got better..
Had a few specialists try to probe my noggin in the past when I was a wee lad, I can remember at least a EEG test at a specialist in Roanoake VA, psychologist visits, special classes in junior high (um, 7th and 8th grade, akin to 'middle school') and high school, where after high school it just went straight to a regular college where I managed to promptly flunk out my first semester.
I've done better since then, graduated barely from a more local college, bolstered by having a circle of friends who consider me well, strange but normal enough.
Over time, I've wondered just what those docs ever came up with to explain me behaviour.
And whether I should have been 'treated' further than high school?
Nobody's told me what they (the docs) thought. Guess I should look into that, eh? How long do those folks keep records?
Back to the title of the post. Without official DX, as the shorthand here goes, does this epic tale sound like the sort of thing that fits into.. um, what was the problem?
I cope with humor and surreality. I can handle social interactions like working at call centers, although that usually gets me in conflict since I resist dedicating a work shift to not using my individuality, but conform especially when it means employment or not.
I've had a lot, too many, of what I call 'warm body' jobs, where the primary requirements for hiring is not having outstanding warrants and/or showing up for work on a regular basis. Other than external factors, my varied job history has mostly had me ousted for a rules violation more than a failure to perform..
Well. I think at some point I'm supposed to stop and let all that verbage set in. Basically I've not really considered it a actual medical phenomenon, rather Typical Lazy Adolescent Syndrome. Or that my earlier problems were 'gone away' yet there's still a level of social awkwardness that at some point I should have learned to overcome, like learning html.. maybe Life Isn't So Simple As That..
But, I wandered here for the similarities to my autobiography. A few external factors that have to be put in the math, but that's another topic. Really, I swear I don't go this longly on messages normally..
So if I guess right, what do I win?
Charlie