I don’t want to go into things in detail because we live in quite a small town. I felt down when I got up this morning. I went for a walk to wake up before I had to be home for something else. Anyway, I ended up chatting to someone I knew through a local theatre company. Alliances have changed over time so they said hello to me. I also found out that someone who got difficult with me and kicked me out of this particular group for aspects of my autism now has an autistic stepson. I know that I shouldn’t be secretly liking the news and I’m probably a terrible person for that but I seriously don’t care. I can’t help but feel smug. It’s like karma has indirectly bitten the person who got rid of me and got the police involved for my autism traits. I do hope that they treat this step relative better than they did me.
I feel terrible for even thinking mean. There are certain times when thinking that way is essential though. It’s like me feeling sorry for a person who got me sent to prison after obtaining an order against me using my autism traits to justify it. They got made redundant from their lecturer job a few months after they caused me to be sent to prison. I felt guilty about it. I’ve had friends that do understand autism repeatedly tell me that I should have absolutely no sympathy for them.