You know, something tells me that Myka would not have “re-homed” her adopted autistic son if he were one of her biological children. It’s almost as though you can bet on that. And it’s not as though you can practically bet on the fact that she did so because his disabilities inconvenienced her, because even if he did have behavioral problems, there were services that she could easily have accessed at her family’s income level — having the income, and the resources, to do so — that would have allowed her to retain parental rights over him (such as a group home for whatever length of time might have been necessary, worst case institutionalization, or even respite care). She just didn’t want to take the extra time out to care for him at all and it really showed. Then she had the nerve to delete all pictures of him from her Instagram account (so much for “we miss him every day”), and now, as of the time I’m writing this post, law enforcement is trying to locate him. So much for her “re-homing” being legitimate. I am actually worried that something might have happened to him that hasn’t been said by her family. This sadly happens to a lot of autistic kids nowadays…
June 2020 archive
A lot of things all in one post here, I guess.
Through slightly more careful observation, I’m speculating that the “first cousins” on my Ancestry matches page may be my mother’s (half-)sisters. Neither of them have responded to my messages, so it is what it is… for now. They may or may not know that she exists, or existed, if that is the case. Her father was never really in her life to begin with and actively avoided supporting her, although if I remember correctly my late grandmother had one picture of siblings that she had through him, and my mother told me that he died in the mid-nineties. But I have been talking to a more distant cousin of mine on Ancestry, and she dislikes organized theistic religion as much as I do, which is great. I intend on sending her a friends request on Facebook once I can, once I am done with this most recent post block and comment block. (And ironically, for Mark Zuckerberg kissing Trump’s ass not being willing to take a harder line against the shit he says on social media, a lot of people are quitting Facebook, which I think is good. Maybe Facebook will stop being popular.)
And since I’ve joined so many Discord servers, I’ve actually left some of the ones that I didn’t chat as much in to cut down on the amount of ones that I am a member of, because I couldn’t juggle all of them at once. It was (and is) nothing personal to the ones that I did quit! It’s just that I can’t juggle being in so many servers.
This is me getting blocked by a state bishop.
I think it might have been around the part where I mentioned that I was happy and relieved not to have to attend Mass with my ex’s family any more (it’s been almost a full decade now), and that when his family was literally forcing me to attend church functions with them that I was literally telling him that I did not want to go to, I was bringing my PSP with me and playing it on silent in the arm of my sweater when I was not caring for our child, ignoring everything that was going on the entire time to the point that I had to Google what actually goes on in Mass a decade later. I was “immersed” in Catholicism. I went to Masses with his family and various church functions and get-togethers (that I did not want to attend either). It didn’t make me believe in God or “see” that his church was “the one true religion” in any way, shape or form. I felt apathy toward attending, was bored at the idea of it bar the fact that I played video games to relieve that boredom and tune out what was going on around me, and was incensed and irate that I had to attend these things that I saw no point in attending since I was never voluntarily converting or following the doctrine of.
And I was right. I never did convert, none of us did, and we’re still not following the doctrine today. So…