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Well, I’m glad I got my money back on that.

About a month and… some change ago, I decided to order the Yuffie Kisaragi cape (what would you call this, anyway? a cape?) from AUScosplay. I knew that it would take about a month to get here, and I didn’t mind that because of how far out in advance I was intentionally placing the order. I wanted something that would cover me, and my arms and upper body, so that we could record video of us playing MMORPGs and video games without people becoming concerned about errant bruises left on me by accident from Bub’s meltdowns, and I figured that if I were wearing something stylish — something that I liked and wanted to wear anyway, were I to own it — it would cover those marks up without question. And it looked really nice.

So I patiently waited a month, hoping along the way that at some point AUScosplay would send me an e-mail with tracking or… well, actually ship the thing. But I got absolutely nothing from them at any point in the process. I sent several civil, polite e-mails inquiring about the status of my order and not a single e-mail was ever responded to. That rose several serious questions as to whether or not I would even get the item.

When the month mark came and gone and still no cape, I filed a complaint with PayPal since I had gone through them, indicating that I had not gotten what I had ordered and that I would like my money back since it had already been a month. They told me that I would have to wait until early November for a decision, but miraculously decided entirely in my favor three days into that, and I was refunded the full cost. I’m thinking that they might have done this to more than one person because of how quickly PayPal ruled in my favor…

We’ve predictably hopped aboard the Diablo 2 train.

In our spare time, we’ve continued to play Diablo 2: Resurrected.

I think that between the two of us, we have all of the characters that we could want, although if Bub wants me to make a barbarian or a paladin I would be open to making those for him and learning the basics on how to play them. Right now that’s outside my wheelhouse since I personally tend to play magic and support the most on MMOs, but if he wants me to, I’ll make those for him and then look into how to play them in such a way that it doesn’t wind up disastrous for everyone involved. This might be really amusing.

We might also get back into Diablo 3 on the PC, although that will probably not be until the craze surrounding Diablo 2 starts to die down. Who knows. As stated, whenever I have my way I make sure that we play with friends before we play with people that we don’t know, although the nature of the beast in Diablo games on Blizzard is that sometimes you can’t help that, because sometimes you have to party up with people that you might not know really well to get quests done or to do certain things. When it comes to MMOs, though, I go through phases where I personally want to play them a bit less than I had been playing them — the exception to this would be Bub, because I will gladly play with him (almost, within reason) whatever he wants to play, the only exception to that being if he ever cued that he wanted to play World of Warcraft. I think I’ve written in here about my reservations regarding that game in the past, and they still exist. To be frank though, I have reservations against pay-to-play MMOs in general and would never seek them out of my own volition unless something, somewhere, changed. I would rather pay once and be done.

In the coming months, I need to get a new cell phone (the battery in my current phone, which I use to keep in touch with all of our doctors, specialists, and the boys’ therapists is… degraded, and I need to be able to rely on it when we are out of the house), a new computer chair (Bub has spun in this one to the point that it is creaky and wobbly, and I wouldn’t want anyone sitting in it to fall out of it), and quite possibly a new computer desk. I’ve had the desk that I have now for quite awhile, and the wobbliness of it is inescapable.

You do realize that I run a tracker here, right?

The same people who complain that I view their Tweets when they misgender my friend and constantly call him by the wrong name are frequent fliers on this blog, sometimes going twenty-one pages back as they do so. You do realize that my internal tracker (Google Analytics, thank you very much) tells me all of this, right? In before some of you start claiming that it’s not legal or questioning the legality of it, it’s… literally Google Analytics. The only reason that it was ever even set up in the first place was because I wanted to know if Bub’s paternal grandmother and (one of?) her sisters were devoting hours to stalking me again because they have two extremely unique locations, and it would be impossible for them to say that “someone else from that area” viewed my blog in light of that. (This was actually something that was noticed by more than one state agency, too. The fact that this was happening. That they were doing this. I mean, it wasn’t “just me”.)

Sometimes expecting logic out of people is simply too much of an expectation, though. I’m just saying…

Not too long ago, I made a decision that wasn’t easy.

There were certain people that I considered friends on Discord who, for lack of a better way to put it, decided to intrude into my personal life in spite of being told not to… so it wasn’t even as though this was remotely blatant. Prior to this, they had been friends of mine. However, it got me to thinking — what is the line when it comes to situations like this? In the past, friends of mine have told me that perhaps I can be a bit too friendly for the sake of being nice to people and maintaining friendships, even when I shouldn’t. I’ve also been told by friends of mine that sometimes I put up with a lot more than I should, even (and especially!) when I shouldn’t, and that it is well within my rights to assert boundaries by stating that I am no longer willing to put up with people who would do this to me. For the sake of maintaining professional decorum, I will not actively seek these people out on the server that we are on, and I will be civil to them. That does not mean that I need to be polite or friendly, though. I can manage “not being cruel or mean to you but not being your friend” alright.

I have gotten, and am getting, more support for this than I realize, and I am thankful for it. Furthermore, it incentivizes me to continue to draw these boundaries as necessary for my own mental health. If someone with a history of domestic violence and sexual assault is exhibiting that what you are saying by virtue of your intrusion into their personal life really uncomfortable, you need to stop — one of them knew both of these things for a fact and the other one was probably told. You don’t get to claim that “someone is having a bad mental health day” if you caused it. I am sick and tired of being “so friendly” that I become people’s punching bag, especially if it is out of distress that I suddenly become a friendly people-pleaser in conversations. If you do this to me, know that you have not just intruded on my boundaries, you have violated them, and I will not want to be friendly or polite to you for awhile. Click send. Do the posting thing.

Opening the Floor: Acquiring a Formal Diagnosis

I’ve actually been asked this more than once, a small handful of times, and I don’t mind being asked about it or… well, most questions at all that I’m willing to answer in my blog. I’m as open as book as Rinoa Heartilly from Final Fantasy VIII for those of you who have played the game. Maybe that’s why I like her character…

But the question, so as no to sidetrack: would I ever pursue a formal autistic diagnosis?

I’ve given it a lot of thought, especially as I’ve become more comfortable identifying as an autistic person. If a doctor in my care team said something about it, I would not deny it (I would probably go the route of “I think I may be autistic as well”, especially as it relates to my children). If it helped me get disability benefits I would have the process worked up. My thoughts regarding this have by and far been passive though — if someone wants to work me up I am more than amenable to that. If someone in my care team calls me autistic or possibly autistic, that being their call, I would not deny it. However, I feel that I do not need the same supports that my children need, so it is not something that I would actively seek out at this time to the tune of calling my primary doctor, telling the receptionist taking the call that I thought I was autistic and would like to work the diagnosis up, that sort of thing. In other words, I am not extremely active or pro-active about it, although if having it thrust in front of me I would be agreeable to having it worked up. I hope I make sense!

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