The new year continues to be as “interesting” in terms of work as the old year. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I have a workplace which I love, adore, where I would love to have dinner, watch an episode of a calming series and then go to bed (if our school had one).
And then I am at an agency – work for the disabled. Once I was asked to deliever CPDs to educators. But long story short:
Today I am sitting in the basement(!). Doing … well “things”. I have neurotypical superiors who tell me how to plan a CPD (that is OK of course, IF the superior had the expirience in advanced education or at least had a degree in education). They of course know everything better, things have to be done the way they have always been done. My superiors themselves do not keep agreements and deadlines when dealing with me or when it comes to deliver their part of an online course for example. BUT they are certified “autism counsellors”.
I have often heard the expression: “I cannot eat as much as I want to etc.”. By now I understand it.
And then there is this special “colleague” who speaks to me as if I were hearing-impaired and heavily von Kapee all at once: “Helloooo, I am Mrs. Muller-Meier. We knooow each other from heeere and there. I am responsible for the meeting here todayyyy.”
That would be considerate and totally sweet of her, if only I hadn’t known her since 2016. That’s how you introduce yourself to a total idiot. Or a dementia patient.
It is not bad in itself, because I used to experience a lot of rough treatment “on the bridge” … and I can “laugh myself sick inside” about such colleagues or “colleagues”. I have a seafaring sense of humour. But nevertheless I was amazed. And in retrospect also shocked: I am neither deaf nor demented. I am an Aspie.
What is terrible is that there is no one to tell. The management brushes it all(!) off, really and literally, with explanations like “You misperceived that.” Sure, I am the disabled one here.
The best “explanation” was: “We have other autistic people here, they’re fine.” Of course, they are also pampered and mothered, they get a nice desk with flowers on it and everything is made to fit and above all they are not in the “field service”.
Well, they are apprenticeship years. After this time, I will certainly carry out job coaching, which I have only done 4-6 times a year with autistic young adults, with a different eye and with a sharper sense of ableist behaviour in the workplace …