Not that we shouldn’t have seen this coming.

https://people.com/tv/jason-david-frank-wife-reveals-power-rangers-star-died-by-suicide/

Enough journalists wrote news articles running with half-truths (or even better, no truths at all) that Jason David Frank’s widow had to come forward as soon as she could, which wound up being right after his celebration of life and funeral, to clear the air on what had really happened leading up to his death. This shouldn’t have been something that she should have had to do, but obviously sick journalists and paparazzi made this necessary due to how famous Jason David Frank was and how desperate they were to pen a piece about him that… as it would turn about, that should surprise no one, wasn’t even true. At the time, all that was definitively known was his cause of death because of how he had been found, and no one had bothered to talk to his wife — his widow — all the way up until this point. This still shouldn’t surprise me.

The equivalent of a subtweet, but in blog form.

If you can’t be considerate enough to be direct enough with me to tell me how much you want me to correspond with you, and how you want me to correspond with you, you can’t — or at least, you shouldn’t, but if you’re reading this you should be able to tell how that went — blame me, as an autistic person, for not knowing how much you want me to correspond with you, or in what way. But I’m not going to play into any attempts you may make to manufacture drama. If you’ve decided that you no longer want to be friends with me, it is what it is. I’m not going to fight with you, or “hard chat” you, or… whatever it is that people who used to use America Online, who have since migrated over to Discord, are now doing. As I’ve said more than once, I am too old for drama. I don’t have time for drama. I can spare the occasional thought in regards to it, and maybe a blog post whenever something happens, but aside from that I’m not going to carve out time in my life or my schedule for this sort of thing beyond those parameters. I will not give myself to drama any further.

Times like these make me regret the fact that my mother let the computer babysit me as I grew up. I learned a lot of functional skills from it, but still. Things like this almost make the whole thing in general not worth it.

I’m old enough to make some of these jokes now.

One of the things that I love doing is monitoring my credit. It’s different in the different bureaus (which is, as I know, to be expected), but within the different… scoring models, is also different there, and when you have a sense of humor like mine, that can get amusing. Oh, why can’t all of these be the same? Why can’t there be just one credit score? (I know, I know. Seriously, I know. I’m old enough to joke and lament about this now.)

On to things that are very much not actual jokes now, though…

It still hits hard that Jason David Frank is actually gone, and why he is gone. I’ve still been trying as hard as I can not to actually talk about the cause of his death, which has been confirmed, because I don’t want to throw that into people’s faces — I don’t want to cause them distress or trigger them, so I leave it at the fact that yes, he has regrettably passed away. I did get the chance to watch the celebration of life that his loved ones allowed to be livestreamed on his official Facebook fan page, though. In the interim (November 22nd, to be exact), I’ve begun to develop almost excruciating back pain — sciatica — that I began treating with prednisone, which it was really rather responsive to, but I know that I can’t stay on prednisone forever due to the side effects… so it returned within about a day and a half of me stopping prednisone, and my care team has become aware of this. If sciatica came about due to the frequent prednisone use I’ve needed due to asthma and migraines, this would not surprise me at all, though… but this has become painful. I hate pain.

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