Well, I suppose it never began in the first place. But when I was 17 I was taken to a (((psychologist))) and got diagnosed with autism. Back then they still used Asperger's Syndrome so that's my official diagnosis if anyone is curious.
When I turned 18 I enrolled in a driving license academy, Americancels will be confused about that, kek. But I digress. The people at the academy told me that I needed a permit showing that I'm mentally stable, because of my diagnosis.
So I went to the permit and I met the biggest cunt imaginable. This foid (((psychologist))) had me going to a (((psychiatrist))) and my (((psychologist))) so they could write reports that I am not a danger to myself and others. I went to the permit business and this foid told me that she couldn't approve my license because she didn't like the reports for some reason. So I repeated the process two times, and she didn't approve my license because the reports didn't take into account "how I functioned under stress".
That's the most BS reason ever. I got disillusioned over the hoops she made me jump through, so I never got the permit and as a result couldn't enroll in any academy. To this day I'm a public-transportcel, thank goodness the service is very good in my country and I can do normal life using it. Still doesn't make what the femhorroid OK in any sense.
I blame my parents for making me get diagnosed in the first place. If I hadn't been evaluated, I would have enrolled in the academy like all the other teens and got my driving license.
When I turned 18 I enrolled in a driving license academy, Americancels will be confused about that, kek. But I digress. The people at the academy told me that I needed a permit showing that I'm mentally stable, because of my diagnosis.
So I went to the permit and I met the biggest cunt imaginable. This foid (((psychologist))) had me going to a (((psychiatrist))) and my (((psychologist))) so they could write reports that I am not a danger to myself and others. I went to the permit business and this foid told me that she couldn't approve my license because she didn't like the reports for some reason. So I repeated the process two times, and she didn't approve my license because the reports didn't take into account "how I functioned under stress".
That's the most BS reason ever. I got disillusioned over the hoops she made me jump through, so I never got the permit and as a result couldn't enroll in any academy. To this day I'm a public-transportcel, thank goodness the service is very good in my country and I can do normal life using it. Still doesn't make what the femhorroid OK in any sense.
I blame my parents for making me get diagnosed in the first place. If I hadn't been evaluated, I would have enrolled in the academy like all the other teens and got my driving license.
