Dear "You"...From "Me"-Letters Unsent

Post Reply New Topic

Dear United States (insert military branch you think I am here),

While I didn't know that I was an Aspie when I first joined, I was first diagnosed in the middle of a war zone. If that isn't enough, I had to wait to get home and months to go by before I could get the time to sneak off on my own, behind your back, to get the final diagnosis in December of last year! I am grateful for the training I have received and realize that this job is never easy, but I am done. Yes, I was put in the battalion mail room in order to alleviate some of the symptoms of AS, but while it helps, it isn't enough. I refuse to be medicated and turned into one of your mindless zombies like the rest of your sheep! I am not broken, nor am I defective! I am just different. I realize that you cannot make every concession that needs to be made for me out of risk of showing favoritism, and I am glad for that because it does challenge me some (but you need to realize when that challenge is too much). I know that NCOs are supposed to mold their subordinates and mess with them a little bit, but it is getting a little old. Messing with an Aspie and having them do push ups out of the blue when they haven't done anything wrong confuses the hell out of us. We get scared from the yelling and wonder what we did wrong, causing meltdowns and sensory overload. I try as hard as I can to do what I am told to do, but it is getting to the point that I want to lash out! I see myself as an inspiration for those Aspies that want to join, but I can no longer handle it! Please just chapter me out and let me get on with my life. ___ Riggs

Dear Cloey.

I don't care if you're a dog. I don't care that you're a puppy still. I wish you'd just be nice for once. I sit here and spend money on you, and try to treat you well. I praise you when you listen, give you treats, bones, cuddles and everything a dog would want. You have a perfect home, yet you still chew up everything that I try to buy for myself. My artist supplies, my coping mechanisms, everything. Why? Is your bone not enough? Why are you perfect one minute but a terror the next?

I wish you could just be a good dog for a whole day. I miss not having to worry about things I buy, or where you're walking to next, what you're getting into, etc.

Sincerely a frustrated Sila.

Dear Mum,

You don't care about me, you only care about my kid sister and what a perfect, stereotypical female she grew up to be. You wanted Brook Shields, but God gave you Mick Avory. Cope with it. Don't even think about copping out. I've never copped out on you, so don't cop out on me. Another question...when are you going to have me over. You, dad and I are coughing, so it wouldn't make a difference if I came over on Saturday, because we'd all be coughing and puking. I haven't seen the dog and the family for three weeks.

The Chubby and Masculine Daughter That God Gave You

To Whom it May Concern,

I am lonely and isolated.

me

Dear everybody on and off the Internet,

I forgive each and every one of you. I need and I want to do this. We should all forgive each other. You never know when your time is going to come.

CockneyRebel

dear t,

you wonder if you're just a habit for me. you wonder if you're just an answer to my boredom, you wonder if i'm just using you. i don't even know what else you wonder because my brain shut down. you want to back pedal and say it's your insecurities, but it's my character you've just attacked.

i'd rather you just quit working at this than making me the villain. brain injury is not my fault. recovery wasn't my plan either. i didn't ask you to hang around and i certainly don't need you to. this is hard enough without worrying about disappointing you.

i think it's time to quit for good.

if i can only find the balls to say it.

me

Dear AATT,
I'm not sure why you feel the need to keep explaining your whereabouts to me. There's no point in mentioning expectations cause I think I'm already getting over it. It'll be a slow process but I'll always try to be a friend, whether in person or in spirit. I still care about you and hope you decide to get help. I want you to be happy someday.

Dear ------,
I'm already falling in love with you.

I think you're the most amazing man i've ever met.
No-one has ever told me i'm beautiful before when i've looked this bad and acted this badly.
I think i'd like to marry you one day.

Dear unknown sometimes I wished there had been more time to say so many things but, it seems life creates all sorts of unexpected scenarios to happen..Yes, I realise that my mistakes are not so easy to forget yet, I've been trying for so long now I wonder if I'll ever get beyond things..Anyways, when looking back I'm reminded of what I should have known then...


Sincerely,
that ret*d idiot you once knew...

Dear You,
Im not going to name you this time

I liked you as a friend thought we were friends, I dont hug people Im not friends with ,you do - obviously = my mistake,
I could have liked you more as more than a friend, I thought you felt similar, what changed ?
Im struggling to be friendly but not overly so I dont know where boundries lie. I wish I could tell you about AS.
But you dont seem to give a **** about me or other people who thought you were there friends, I would happily help you but you dont seem to care. Or even notice.

Im sorry but I cant do this, uncertainty and me dont go together, sorry I hope you sort yourself out and realise that you hurt people easily.

Regretfully

Me.

Dear Grandfather,

I've been putting up with you for years and I've just about had it. Yes, you've read thousands of books and have 53 more years of experience than me, but that does not give you the right to treat me and my mother and my grandmother and my uncle like ret*d children. If you want me to move to a city 1000 miles away, like my uncle did, and only get to see me 3 times a year, than keep this up. You might think you're being intellectually stimulating, but all you really do is insult people. We have opinions and thought and feelings to. You don't approve of my career goals, my political views, my environmental view, and no doubt when I get my thought straitened out enough to reveal that I'm gay you won't like that either. Well, too bad. I don't need people like that in my life. I just hope that I NEVER end up like you. If you truly want to me this way, than you'd better get used to the fact that you will die a lonely old man who's only real contribution to this world was ticking people off and writing an autobiography that no one will read.

Very Sincerely,
Your Grandson

Dear Certain coworkers at Slaters Great American.

Thank you for two years of being walked all over while being underappriciated. Thanks for treating me like i am ret*d and lazy. Thanks for giving me nothing but flak and fear for two and a half years, and lastly, thanks for not informing me that i was out of a job when Slater deciuded to sell out the store in favor of the large lump-sum that those big chain stores had to offer. I hope you all are very happy and i wall look upon you all and grin when i finally reach my rightful place at the top, Where HARDWORKING people belong, not lazy kissups who sweettalked their way to the top. Ill miss you all-NOT!

Dear fourth Grade teacher,

I'm almost certain that you're rotting on the streets now if you honestly havent learned to treat the little guy with respect. I really loved the times you called me lazy, fat pig and a compulsive liar. I'll never forget the time you singled out someone for being my best friend! I hope you revel in the fact that I may never make it far in life because you had to take away what little self-confidence i had. wherever you are, know this, a massive part of what i strive for is to prove YOU wrong!

Dear Pre-school admins,

Thank you for labelling me as "mentally ret*d" and saying i'll never make it past kindergarten. Well have I got some news for you: I'm a high-school graduate, and i won a scholarship! Hows that for "forever in kindergarten? Thanks for all those times you tried to take me away from my mom because of my own mistakes. Thanks for that time you set me up to accuse my mom because you knew i suffered from echolalea as a toddler, that was exceptionallt lowbrow of you to do so! I Hope you know that if i ever have children, guess what preschool they WONT be attending?

Sincerely,
the one you saw fit to label all these years

Dear Quatermass and Tallyman,

Please come back.

Sincerely,
blue_bean

To my husband,

I would like to get a divorce. You have my life unbearable but I can't leave but I'm not sure if I love you anymore. I have to stay because of how sick our children are but if I ever get a chance to leave know that I will. I'm tired of the awful way you act towards me. You are forcing me to give up the only thing that makes life bearable and into something slightly close to my obsession but the truth is you only care about money. You have failed me as a husband and I wish I'd never met you. I'm going to pursue my passion and I don't care to get YOUR APPROVAL. Who cares if I learn Persian I love languages and it strikes me as a fun puzzle. I hope someday you understand you have lost every ounce of respect, caring or regard I ever had for you. I have no intention of spending any time with you and you have lost all chances of ever understanding how I feel. At some point I'm going to learn a language somebody is going to want translated and pay enough to leave. You have used religion to justify abandoning me when I'm sick and to justify why you can't help with our children. God never intended you to twist religion into a personal savings plan that strips you of all human kindness or mercy. Faith healing is not about saving on a hospital bill or co-pay and you are no judge as to the state of my soul. For five years I have responded and done alone for our son but last night when I went to bed after 1.5 hrs of sleep how dare you accuse me of laziness. I have every right to ask that you handle it as you are my daughter's FATHER and that means you can handle messes the same as I can. How dare you
go around telling people I'm fine when I've spent 3 days weak and sick from a miscarriage that you say couldn't happen. The pregnancy test was positive and we both know it. Your lacks leave my having Autism in the dust. I have Autism what the h#%l is your excuse?