The latest event, which happened today, started off with me helping out a friend of mine. My buddy, Betty, needs a wheelchair lift van. I found one in town for sale and drove it the ten miles out to her place. Along the way, I thought the van smelled odd and had a weird vibration, but I think that of any car, other than my own. My Aspie senses were on full alert and definitely picking up oddities. As per my usual, I discounted my physical sense and told my self that I was overreacting...again.
My friend looked at the van and I headed home. A friend of mine was minding Younglink for me and I needed to get back toot sweet...as quick as possible. For starters, the van was very reluctant to start back up. Once I got er going, the engine continued to feel...reluctant needy more gas pedal action. So I gave it to er and rushed homeward.
As soon as I hit the highway and brought er up to 55, she started shaking. Okay, well, something ain't right but I have to get back. Every mile, the shaking grew more and more violent, to the point were both hands were stressing out holding the wheel and I had to drop the speed to 40 to maintain control. It felt as if the entire front end of the vehicle was gonna fall off....I kept driving.
Here's the thing...any person with half-a-brain would have pulled over, 5 minutes ago and called a tow truck. I kept my self in serious harms way because my Aspie brain could not get passed the "I wouldn't know what to do, if I pulled over" and "I have to get to get Younglink, right away." My lack of common sense, my rampant autism and my childlike thinking kept me plowing down the road.
Finally, as the cars behind me piled up as I was only going 40 in a 55, I pulled into a parking lot. Immediately I saw and smelled acridic smoke pouring out from the front right wheel well. I thought the car was on fire and jumped out. I was scared shitless. I figured I must have broke it and done something wrong. Abused child thinking was rampant. I didn't know who to call or how to fix this. I was sure if I called the lady whose van it was, that I would be in trouble.
Long, long, stressfully story short. I picked up Younglink and my friend wasn't mad. She could see that it wasn't my fault....why can't I?
I want to run screaming into the wilderness.
I want Gods phone number, because we need to talk.
My plate was so full, that it broke and is in pieces all over the floor and my feet are bleeding.
Really? Really? You have got to be kidding me!!!!! Nough
Someone.....please make this shit Stop
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