Anonymous
Beloved of All
Dear Lord Jesus, I am an autistic person too old to live with my Parents. They have put so many restrictions on me. Not grow my hair down to my shoulders or clothes to wear. Puppets are considered weird and forced to talk about my work at the zoo when I am too old to be a seasonal keeper. I like doing puppets for good. Other people like them; some people laugh with a nervous laughter. I have complained to them I am out in the sun at work for too long and to do something like go on off sites to spend less time in the sun. They would not understand. I don’t get privileges like my peers but they tell me to suck it up and wait until the next job which repeatedly happened at each place. Being discriminated against for having autism. I could suck things up for temporary times if the new place treats me better as long as it is not a hazardous work place. I can tolerate hostility if I can keep my job for temporary. And I did at one place for a shorter time but I held it and I didn’t face any safety hazards. It was winter so not much sun and mostly indoors. I was just not given feeding privileges like my colleagues but it was only a few weeks. Still frustrating. And I could have at the place down south but they didn’t understand. I am also photosensitive being autistic and born in the winter, so I don’t use to sun like others. Even so, I will take it on for the occasions for a few days or a little less than a month. Which I did last year. While they show more mercy for my sisters, almost like because girls are more vulnerable than guys since I am a guy. What little they show concern with autism and needs. Despite this, they do love me. But they need to know how to set compromises. I can be a keeper given enough time to make puppets and join Christian Media. As many zookeepers hold two jobs since zoos don’t pay well no matter how high you get. They have to marry for a stable income. While they go on lots of vacations and I don’t care to. To them, they make it seem like I got a job if or because of the fatalities and deal with horrors and not to get promoted and bullying has to be tolerated. And to deal with being the only bachelor in the family. Then they show sympathy for others like my sisters to make their lives better. I understand work is not fun. But with autism, things can be stressful and humiliating. Then fatal. My Mom shows sympathy for a healthy elderly lady at Church who walks up to people and chats like nuts and touches them. She is happy, has a big family who celebrated her 94th birthday in front of the Church. Me, I get little recognition for what I do. Sent to menial labor and able to present. Please change their hearts to give me and my people their needs. My Mom is working albeit slowly on seeing my puppets. In Jesus Name Amen.
