I am not defective. I am different. After finally securing a job in newspaper delivery, I can accept that. My long-term memory allows me to deliver without needing a list. The list in my head can be tweaked at any given moment, with new customers, and people who have stopped their subscriptions
I will not sacrifice my self-worth for peer acceptance. I learned not to do that about ten years ago. I had my crew, and we were happy. We also didn't take crap from anyone else.
I am a good and interesting person. I'm told my storytelling is quite entertaining.
I will take pride in myself. I don't intend to let my musical talents go to waste, as I improve every day.
I am capable of getting along with society. Ehh....I'd rather just be left alone with the people who count. My jam-buddies, my gamer-buddies, that's who I care about getting along with. I can be superficially charming with everyone else, but I've got a cute face, which works for me.
I will ask for help when I need it. When I had a flat tire, my friend who I was giving a ride helped me change it for the first time, and other good Samaritans helped out as well. No shame in that.
I am a person who is worthy of others' respect and acceptance. Worthy, as long as I don't put my foot in my mouth. In that case, I accept the blame on myself.
I will find a career interest that is well suited to my abilities and interests. Though being a "newspaper ninja" as I call it, is lucrative, I hope that the purchase of an upright bass will help me get into operas, orchestras, and also gain some street cred by jamming along with other street musicians.
I will be patient with those who need time to understand me. Not if they're hostile or passive-aggressive toward me.
I am never going to give up on myself. Of course. The only other option is catatonia, or suicide.
I will accept myself for who I am. Yeah, I can dig that. I'm 5 IQ points short of the lowest form of "genius". I have perfect pitch, great spatial relations, and am an excellent mimic when I tell funny anecdotes. The mimicry, which I've cultivated over the years, is really the only thing I'm really proud of.
My biggest problem is inertia and impatience, but I try to overcome the anxiety that causes such a thing.