I know you convinced yourself you’re Sherlock Holmes working out my life story from an offhand comment, but in trying to prove you’re just as loquacious as me you instead described yourself as a child under 5 years old that reads a lot. The entire comment stinks of self aggrandising and “I have a girlfriend she just lives in canada” (seriously, you spent an entire hour sending this line by line, along with weirdly vague threats beforehand, nothing about which suggests you have a social life, partner, or even job (also I totally fucking called it you are grandstanding again)), but here you actually managed to immediately prove both claims untrue.
Anyway, your “deductions” led you down the wrong path - I’m not, and have never been, a special education teacher. I’ve TA’d in a primary school with additional SEN provisions (i.e I was not the provider of those provisions) and now run a social enterprise centre which houses, among its many charities and orgs, a daycare for adults with learning disabilities. There are a lot of different ways to work with neurodivergent people. I’m sorry you had a bad experience with special education, but I’m not part of it.
It’s great you gave Chunka Luta a heads up on twitter, but my literal job is providing workspaces and support for charities targetting poverty and vulnerable people in one of the poorest areas of europe. I spent today fixing donated appliances which will go to women who are fleeing domestic violence. Last week I was setting up workspaces for a charity that helps children in poor areas access higher education. We help refugees, support various people with physical and learning disabilities and help protect vulnerable children from exploitation. I got to personally inform a group of activists meeting there that the police had started keeping tabs on their movements. I just cannot emphasise enough how much I do not feel talked down to by someone whose claims literally posting on the internet as their credentials.
Similarly, it’s great you were in honours class, but I secured a scholarship (and hefty bursary that actually let me attend) to a private school where the equivalent of honours was the minimum expectation. Sure, that gave me years of terrible self image because I perceived my abilities as average but was comparing myself to the top 5%, but I feel secure enough in my intelligence now that I don’t feel talked down to someone who has to describe themselves as “better functioning and [sic] everyone here”.
Like I said last time, do some self examination and get a grip.
I should have preemptively expanded the bit about how social workers have the same disease as you. Again you prove I can 360° noscope post any day of the week even while doordashing.
When I get back to work after I move guess what? The posts are gonna get even better. They’re gonna get five hundred times better Mister Owl. I don’t even have a laptop rn. I am literally a brain genius sealed away under a 20,000 year old crystal
I know you convinced yourself you’re Sherlock Holmes working out my life story from an offhand comment, but in trying to prove you’re just as loquacious as me you instead described yourself as a child under 5 years old that reads a lot. The entire comment stinks of self aggrandising and “I have a girlfriend she just lives in canada” (seriously, you spent an entire hour sending this line by line, along with weirdly vague threats beforehand, nothing about which suggests you have a social life, partner, or even job (also I totally fucking called it you are grandstanding again)), but here you actually managed to immediately prove both claims untrue.
Anyway, your “deductions” led you down the wrong path - I’m not, and have never been, a special education teacher. I’ve TA’d in a primary school with additional SEN provisions (i.e I was not the provider of those provisions) and now run a social enterprise centre which houses, among its many charities and orgs, a daycare for adults with learning disabilities. There are a lot of different ways to work with neurodivergent people. I’m sorry you had a bad experience with special education, but I’m not part of it.
It’s great you gave Chunka Luta a heads up on twitter, but my literal job is providing workspaces and support for charities targetting poverty and vulnerable people in one of the poorest areas of europe. I spent today fixing donated appliances which will go to women who are fleeing domestic violence. Last week I was setting up workspaces for a charity that helps children in poor areas access higher education. We help refugees, support various people with physical and learning disabilities and help protect vulnerable children from exploitation. I got to personally inform a group of activists meeting there that the police had started keeping tabs on their movements. I just cannot emphasise enough how much I do not feel talked down to by someone whose claims literally posting on the internet as their credentials.
Similarly, it’s great you were in honours class, but I secured a scholarship (and hefty bursary that actually let me attend) to a private school where the equivalent of honours was the minimum expectation. Sure, that gave me years of terrible self image because I perceived my abilities as average but was comparing myself to the top 5%, but I feel secure enough in my intelligence now that I don’t feel talked down to someone who has to describe themselves as “better functioning and [sic] everyone here”.
Like I said last time, do some self examination and get a grip.
You work in a western NGO in Eastern Europe “targeting…vulnerable people” lmaoooo
Why would you post this
I should have preemptively expanded the bit about how social workers have the same disease as you. Again you prove I can 360° noscope post any day of the week even while doordashing.
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And now you cry to me for sympathy? Go cry into a bottle buddy, your professional satisfaction comes from your work not validation online.
You have nothing other than acting like emails are IRL social interactions and trying to give people therapy over the internet, you are pathetic
When I get back to work after I move guess what? The posts are gonna get even better. They’re gonna get five hundred times better Mister Owl. I don’t even have a laptop rn. I am literally a brain genius sealed away under a 20,000 year old crystal