Now, I cannot recall whether I said that I used to be a member of the local branch of a national mental health charity's online regular quiz, music and general chat sessions? Well, I was, but I won't name the charity in question because it'll be outing. I left it because I got fed up with certain members' actions within the group, became bored with moaning about it to management and quite frankly, I think that I'm ready to be released back into the wild. My bipolar and autism dual diagnosis doesn't seem to cope well with too much contact with other people with mental health problems nor others with autism. That said, I do have a couple of excellent friends who have MH issues and we understand one another very well and I'd never abandon them, but I know them IRL and they've both known me for way over a decade. I am a spiky person - like those darn spiny things on Mario:
There was one woman, let's call her Shaz, whom was a long-time member of the quiz group and who later on joined the music appreciation sessisons. I really liked her and we had bantz - although it was an online group and we'd never actually met in person. Until her recent retirement she was working, although thinking back, she might have been a permanent homeworker, but who can tell these days? The morning session of the time before Easter that I decided to leave altogether, which wasn't a particularly nice day as the Police turned up on my doorstep following my report of sexual assault (see earlier posts ...) I offered her a book my son was gifted once on the Titanic as this is one of Shaz's passions - she had various framed photographs and diagrams of the doomed vessel hanging on the walls of her flat. Now I think about it ... MH problems? Special interests? I think that you know what I'm inferring but I won't say it ...
I passed on my deets (as the kids say) via the group leader and received a call a few days later (which I missed because I was napping). This led to a text exchange which wasn't hugely friendly as Shaz stated that due to her physical disability she was unable to leave the house and that if I left the book in the charity's offices, her husband would pick it up. I agreed but felt a bit, well, cheated. I was kind of hoping that we could meet for a quick coffee but clearly she didn't want this. When I dropped the book off this morning even the charity's receptionist seemed surprised at Shaz's rather odd behaviour, also believing that meeting up for a coffee and chat would have been much better than this rather strange way of operating. I then WhatsApped Shaz to confirm that I've dropped the book off and then blocked her. I know this sounds a bit odd, but if that's the way she is then I don't need or wish for any more contact as I don't want to start a row.
Things will be better once I'm back at work as I'll just go to work, come home, contact my existing friends and then concentrate on my son. That's the way it is.
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