Smuelxira
Humble Prayer Partner
Dear Lord Jesus, Please get my parents to understand that I am photosensitive, and heliophobic. I do not like being out in the sun. That’s why they still try to make me work at the zoo despite what I’ve told them and just now she’s telling me oh sunshine is good. It makes people happy but me I don’t like the sun. It overheats me easier too. They clearly are not listening or understanding me. I’ve told them dozens of times I cannot tolerate heat and sun like other people. I have autism. It’s not good for me. Please teach them that I can tolerate it for a certain amount of time, but as a regular yard worker, archaeologist, or even a zookeeper having to be outside all the time is not good for me. When will they ever learn? After I got wrongly fired at a zoo down south that was overheating me, and putting me in the sun despite my request and compromising, they tried to find another zoo down south. It didn’t pay as much even or work at a Boy Scout thing and had me interview for it and I did not want to. I did not want to be strangers. I don’t like being outside very often. And then my dad wanted me to work at a research field out in the field in the sun, I had told them multiple times. This is another reason why I wanna go to puppetry. Yes, I could do zookeeper but I can’t do zoo regularly to the point where I’m gonna heat. I’ve had enough. I have trauma after being fired down south and all the hard work I do I don’t wanna be out in the sun much longer. I don’t like it. I am one of the few people it’s a trade-off. I enjoy working with garbage, but I do not wanna be a garbage engineer or a trash man because there is a limit with the fumes and also I’m not good at menial labor. I’m an entertainer but at home at my church at work I love taking out the trash. I also love working in the rain. Not everyone can speak publicly and perform publicly, but I love doing that and I’m good at that but zoo despite this just sends me to annual labor, don’t let me be on performances and then criticize my work despite my disabilities. So please get them to understand my fear of the sun, what I’m good at, and not be sense to me labor anymore, and try to get my puppy in Jesus' Name. Amen.
