Sunday, December 17, 2017

For anyone who knows me.

I have meltdowns. When I'm stressed they happen daily. When I'm not too stressed and my diet is good they might happen weekly or even less frequently. But ultimately, I've had them since I've been small.  This page on Aspergers or high functioning autism, explains it really well. Better than I ever can.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Fixed my Aerie bra with the weird boning.

It was a pain in the ass but I managed to remove the boning on the bra and cut it off, and stitch up under where the boning was so the bra doesn't fall apart in the wash. I mean the damn thing is worth about $50.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Little typo

So I was filling out interns evaluations. Generally the word PUBIC is not one you want to read on an evaluation, but there it was.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Neurodiverse eh?

I'd be curious how many friends and family are possibly on the spectrum. There's a quiz found here

These were my results:

Your neurodiverse (Aspie) score: 146 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 81 of 200
You are very likely neurodiverse (Aspie)

Feel free to leave results in comments, if you like! 

Monday, December 11, 2017

Found this dog tick on Jethro

Can't believe I found a tick on Jethro. From my research it was a brown dog tick. Poor Jeffypoo has a scab and is missing fur where we found the tick.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

First pair of scrubs

Scrubs made from polyester cotton twill
For the first time ever I made a pair of scrubs. Cannot wait to get Terry's feedback on how they feel!

Have a HP Laptop? This may interest you...

Pass this on to people you know who have an HP laptop. (and update the laptops in your department)

Hidden software that can record every letter typed on a computer keyboard has been discovered pre-installed on hundreds of HP laptop models.

Security researcher Michael Myng found the keylogging code in software drivers preinstalled on HP laptops to make the keyboard work.

HP said more than 460 models of laptop were affected by the "potential security vulnerability".

It has issued a software patch for its customers to remove the keylogger.

The issue affects laptops in the EliteBook, ProBook, Pavilion and Envy ranges, among others. HP has issued a full list of affected devices, dating back to 2012.

In a statement, the company said: "HP uses Synaptics' touchpads in some of its mobile PCs and has worked with Synaptics to provide fixes to their error for impacted HP systems, available via the security bulletin on ."

Saturday, December 09, 2017

Wtf aerie

I bought some new bra's from American Eagle Outfitters. I've taken to buying them online because they online carry my size 32D online. I've been buying Brooke bra's from Aerie for about 5 years now and love the fit.

So when they had a red one for Christmas I bought it. I did NOT EXPECT boning right under my breasts? Who needs boning there? The boning tends to make the bra want to go in whereas my rib cage wants to go in the other direction. Last night I attempted removing them. I managed to unsew the boning but will have to cut it off the bra, and refinish 2 seams.


Friday, December 08, 2017

Technology even consipires to create chaos in my relationships.

Attached is screen shots. On the left is the message I sent to Terry yesterday. On the right is the message that he received. He's already insecure because I've been sick the past few months and it has affected intimacy issues due to my fucking sore head.  Receiving that message sure didn't help any.

And I couldn't understand why he was responding with "I knew you didn't want me anymore" like WTF. 

Someone in an autism group told me that sometimes long messages get fucked up.. but it's pretty fucked up it would chose "will never see you again" LIKE SERIOUSLY

Considering sending a bitchy email to my mobile provider.

I already have all sorts of issues with communication.  I misunderstand things I express myself funny.  But I don't need fucking technology to add to the problems.

Like seriously WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

December 6th, 1989

December 6th in Montreal always brings mixed feelings. Most of us still remember the Polytechnique massacre. I wrote on December 6 1990 this poem in memory of those who died.... Everyone remembers where they were. I was home with my 2 babies, watching television, while sewing, and my first reaction seeing the late breaking news on TV was "Oh another crazy in the US" until I realized the 'crazy' was in Montreal. Since my hubby then worked for a firm comprised mostly of engineers, we realized we knew people who knew the victims. Including Barbara Daignault, the cousin of our good friend Thierry.

In Memoriam of December 6th, 1989

You are gone forever but not forgotten
The memory of your tragedy lives on
It is a pity that you were attacked and killed
For just fulfilling your potential

There is a malaise in society
That was created long before you came to be
It will not go away so easily
Perhaps your death will make the problem clearer

There were those who looked on in disbelief
Those who were confused and deeply hurt
How can someone decide the fate of others
Is there no justice for the living?

The work of a madman for sure
But there is a madperson in all of us
Some say that he was just a marginal exception
But how can we learn to trust others again

Perhaps this incident will make people think
Of all the injustices committed towards women
Perhaps the next time she cries injustice
Society will believe she her complaint.

The answer does lie within each one of us
To forgive him who focused his personal anger on women
To help others learn to love and help themselves
And make this world equal for both men and women.

In your memory: Genevieve Bergeron, Helene Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Havierncik, Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz, Maryse Laganiere, Maryse Leclair, Anne-Marie Lemay,Sonia Pelletier, Michele Richard, Annie St..Arneault, Annie Turcotte.

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Toby really needs this for CHristmas

Stop Meowing and go the FUCK to sleep!

Yep I'd love a copy of this book. It's too cute!


This morning I went to the CLSC Pierrefonds travel clinic to get vaccinated against Tetanus, Diphtheria and shingles.

I've had the tetanus and diphtheria vaccinations before. This is the first time getting the shingles vaccination. I had the chicken pox at 13 and was never vaccinated against varicella. Now vacinated and happy about it. WOuld not want to get shingles.

Also found out today should probably have also gotten the Prevnar13 since I have both asthma and bronchiectasis.  Will schedule to get it in January.

Friday, December 01, 2017

I've missed eggnog

I'm so looking forward to making my own eggnog with coconut milk.   Dairy milk gives me asthma. It always has. Ice cream is the worst for it, then milk. Cheese and yogurt aren't as bad.

Besides I cannot drink store bought eggnog as it's full of sugar. IF I will make my own, it will be without dairy.   I've missed eggnog. I'd drink at least 2-3l of eggnog on my own each December.  My coconut recipe book has an eggnog recipe that I'm dying to try. Maybe this week-end after I stock up on soy milk at Sheng Tai.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

Everyone who knows me knows I'm an insomniac.

Apparently there's 3 reasons.

1) Hyper-vigilance due to someone nearly killing me in my sleep as a child.   Anything and everything wakes me up

2) Autism/ADHD.  Apparently though it's known children with autism and ADHD have more sleep issues than NT children, it is only beginning to be studied. I think some thought the sleep issues were related to the medication some children took. 

This was an interesting article on the subject.

There is this article as well.. but I'm not sure I like their conclusions.  I've always had sleep issues. I suspect it might be reason I'm hyperactive. However my lack of sleep did not turn me into an imbecile.

3)  Genetic mutation that allows you to sleep less.   My grandma, my aunt, my eldest and I seem to be able to function on 2 hours less sleep than most people.

I've been having cravings for tapioca pudding

Inspiring book
The past two weeks I have been craving tapioca pudding. I've been making it with coconut milk to avoid using dairy products which give me more asthma. It is so good. I bought pearl tapioca and coconut milk at Sheng Tai, since it is much cheaper. 

The recipe  consists of half cup of pearl tapioca, 3 cups of coconut milk {so two cans} and they ask for 1/2 cup of sugar. I've reduced that to 2 tablespoons of coconut sugar. I soak my pearl tapioca for a few hours in one can of coconut milk, then add the other can of coconut milk and the coconut sugar, and I bring to a boil then let simmer for 8-10 minutes.  Then add 2 eggs well beaten to finish off and 1 tspn of vanilla and then let it cool down.  I've also added some crushed strawberries because I like things that taste like berries.

I then eat the pudding with walnut bits. I crave it every single day. I've been using it as breakfast instead of cereal.

Monday, November 27, 2017

I took out Tape Measure. IT's 9ft

Also my house is 26m above sea level.  Whereas Montreal proper is listed as 119m above sea level. I wonder what they consider flood zones ?

Sprays water in a 8 foot fan

So they haven't connected my sump pump to the storm drain yet. Isn't it nice to see the puddle from my bedroom after the fresh snow.  Don't know why this EINSTEIN thought this would be a good idea. It snowed last night. See the size of puddle?

I happen to catch it mid spray from an upstair window. This is 10 feet away from house on my front lawn.

My life is a giant waste of space, or I'm the perfect victim.

Sometimes I'm not sure why I still go on with life. I'm not sure what my purpose is for living.  I struggle in my mind all the time.  Also why I can't seem to put the past behind me.  The trauma's are endless.

We cant start with my biological dad trying to strangle me in my sleep at 2 and a half.  That was the first big trauma, my body remembers. As far as I can remember I was terrified of dying in my sleep. I still sleep with a stuffed animal around my neck to 'protect' me in my sleep.  Until I got my mom's divorce papers in 1999, I was convinced I'd died being strangled in a previous life. 

The next big trauma's are around the same time frame. There's my mom getting really sick the summer I was 6, and a couple of months before the incident in the church. I went to mass alone because my mom wasn't well enough. I'd go alone to pray for her to get better, until that day. I sat in the front pew alone like I did when I went alone. You'd think I would be safe as a 6 year old sitting in front of an entire congregation? Well apparently not.  The local "crazy" showed up and sat next to me. And then prevented me from leaving to take communion. This was seen by the entire congregation as I was in front and people were lining up to take communion. This happened in front of the priest giving communion too.    Shoftly after the mass finished, and I had to wait another 30 minutes before this crazy decided it was ok for me to leave. By the time I got home my mom had received several reports of what had happened. NOT ONE OF THESE FUCKING CATHOLIC ASSHOLES thought to rescue the fucking 6 year old girl from an abusive crazy man!!!!!

Then came summer and since my mom had been falling down all year she ended up having a D and C which completely wore her out. She was in recovery in bed the rest of the summer. I was taken to my aunts place in Ste Julienne for the summer, for my mom to heal.  Except I didn't believe them. I was sure my mom was dead. No one would let me talk to her or see her. They didn't take me to Montreal for a month, were I fell asleep every night sure I was an orphan now, and the only person who loved me was dead.  My aunt was mean. I have all sorts of stories and I cried myself to sleep every single night. The one day they brought me to Montreal, I waited till they all went it and ran home. I managed to see my mom for about 2 minutes before they caught me and punished me for disturbing her rest. But at least I knew she was alive and I hoped I'd be allowed back home when she got better.  I did. By september she had to go back to work at school and I was allowed to come back home.

There was the two car accidents a week apart when I was 9. THe one with my grandparents where my intuition of wanting to sit in a certain spot in car saved us all that day. And I saved us all the next week when I complained it was totally smoky in the bag of the car, we got out and the car blew up and went on fire. Twice grazed death in the span of 2 weeks.

The next incident I was 12. I went to pool with 3 neighbours. I forgot somehting at home and no one wanted to come with me so I went alone. ON my way home I was accosted by a group of about 15 kids aged from 8-16. They proceeded in stripping me, touching me and humiliating me. I was 12 so I had some pubic hair but no boobs to talk anout. This lasted about an hour being touched, yelled and humilated by a group of children. To this day I can't walk around in bathing suit unless I'm on a beach with many people I know, I also can't wear shorts out my house alone.   My mom was nice to tell me that it was MY FAULT this happened to me becase I was wearing only my bathing suit. If I'd been fully dressed surely this would not have happened to me.

At 17 I went to a good freinds house, not the first time, but definitely the last. We used to hang out, drink, smoke pot and listen to music. He also liked popping pills he found from his mom. That night he raped me. I could tell he was off, I asked him to get out of his place to get some air. I went to grab his hand to incite him to come for a walk. He grabbed me and started to make out with me, against' my consent. He was 6'3" and did weights daily .I was terrified he would break every bone in my body. I did not fight him. I saw myself be raped from the corner of the room. When it was over I regained my body and left. I tried calling him the next day. He told me he never wanted to talk to me again. Yep he raped ME but make ME FEEL LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT. At school when I ran into him, if he dared to look at me, he looked at me like I was the worst piece of shit. I was nothing.

When I worked at the self serve gas station at 18, I was followed home from the bus stop by a man stopping honking masturbating. I ran he followed. When I got in my house, my dad told me not to worry. Guys that are exhibitionists aren't rapists and he didn't touch me.   HE SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE COPS TO REPORT THE ASSHOLE. What did I know?

I've been asked if I'd suck a dick for $5 at Beaugrand metro while waiting for the bus to come home, when I still lived with my parents.  I've never once in my life looked like a hooker. But it doesn't stop men from being totally inappropriate.

I'd love to report my rapist, who was named Paul Birks. From the jewelry birks family. The original family who sold the business in the 1950's. And he lived on Cote-des-Neiges in the early 1980's. I can't locate him anywhere, but I'd love to report he raped me, even if it was the summer of 1980.

Today I feel like I want to die. I see no point in living. I haven't done anything in this world that anyone else could not do. What is the point? Why???

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Feeling pretty pissed this morning

What kind of idiot drains a sump pump line 11 ft away from house in the middle of the front lawn? There's already a sizable puddle after 24hours. How is this going to protect my house in case of heavy rains and high water tables? It's also going to make a giant ice sculpture on my front lawn when it freezes!

My previous sump pump line went straight into the city's storm sewer at the end of my property. He has the nerve to tell me he can't connect there since he can't go on city property. 

Well hello. I had a line going to the storm sewer, of which the part on city property was installed by the city. It's still there. I can still connect to it. Or alternatively my neighbour just got his entire property landscaped after installing a pipe going from his back yard to the storm drain to get rid of his backyard swamp and I have his blessing to connect to it, if the idiot doesn't want to dig to find my old line....

EITHER WAY he will not see $$ until the sump pumps are connected to the storm drain. There will be no sump pump draining on the middle of my front fucking lawn!

I'm pretty pissed. If he had told me he'd be draining in the middle of my front lawn I would have hired a different contractor.   I mean I don't know any woman who wants a swamp on the front lawn of her property. 

Thursday, November 16, 2017

McCall's 6315 from 20 years back.....

McCalls 6315 from the early 1990's
I used to love this pattern. I've made probably 2 dresses and 2 "jumpsuits".  The 2nd jumpsuit I'd started probably in 1994 or 1995 but never finished it. That had been sitting in a sewing machine drawer for the past 20 years easily. I have no interest in having a jumpsuit so I turned it into a dress.  It is baggish like most 1990's dresses but still fit awesome.

IT's a horrible picture and a bit fuzzy. The dress is made from a soft Rayon challis, Teal with pink and burgundy flowers. The print was so pretty that's what finally convinced me to turn it in to a dress.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

More finds on MK Ultra

I'm posting about this to keep track of all the articles I've found so far and all the information I can find. Yesterday I also found a woman who's grandma was at the Allen Memorial who does art to explain her grandma.

Yet another perturbing article

More on MK Ultra

And then I found this article on another website that said

"Dr. Doyle concluded concerning plaintiff Jean-Charles Pagé, that "[n]othing in Mr. Pagé's medical records indicates that he was a candidate for any of these procedures" which were "not accepted forms of treatment but were clearly experimental procedures...." Dr. Doyle continued in his affidavit, "the harsh physical procedures, high doses of drugs and the experimental techniques used on Mr. Pagé would inevitably cause injury to his mental and physical health."

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Retro dress with Butterick 3223

Soft Rayon print made with Butterick 3223
I absolutely love this Butterick pattern from the mid 1990s I've made several dresses with it in the past few years, but none just in plain rayon woven. I've made it totally in stretch knit, and as well as top in stretch knit and skirt in woven.  I love how it fits exactly how I left it in the mid 1990s in a woven.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Knowing is half of the battle!

I was asked if knowing I was on the Autism spectrum makes any difference?  It sure does.  I spent most of my life thinking there was something horribly wrong with me. That I was broken. I suppose I'm intelligent enough to notice I never fit in.

The thing about autism is that it really does explain all of my quirks. From the sensory processing disorder, things like I really despise having water drops fall on me, yes I HATE taking showers, I hate having my hair touched or played with and I definitely don't like being touched by people I do not know. I don't even like being touched by people I do know unless I'm in a good space!

It explains the OCD. Why I'm rigid and I have to do some things in certain ways. At least I'm just rigid for myself. When I train others I show them how I work but tell them if they find a better method that works for them they can use it.  My OCD is not the type that if I don't do it that way I will die, or something bad will happen. It's an OCD where I just need to do things a certain way just because I'm me.

I'm rigid in that certain things have to be done a certain way. I need to plan ahead to know what's coming so that I'm not a completely nervous anxious mess. The thing that freaks me out the most is going to new places where I've never been. For instance the court case in April in de Salaberry. I was so nervous before and during. I nearly broke Terry's hand I held it so tight.

Or like my first day at my first full time job at The Quebec Real Estate Association, where my first husband took me to the front door, holding my hand and told me I could do it. He was right, I did it for a year.  Also probably why I've been at the same company for 25 years.

I have all sorts of anxiety, in fact I have generalized anxiety disorder. The minute something goes off my expected script I get anxious. I can't explain why I get anxious but I know it's been paralyzing me with fear since I was a small child. It's why I've been known to stay home entire week-ends and spend them in bed.  I suspect too that too much anxiety sends me to be overwhelmed.

Next, I get overwhelmed. I can only handle so many things, so many constraints or things that are unexpected. This is why 2017 has been so hard. The court case, the cancer diagnosis, the flooded basement,  the car accident, the cancer surgery... like enough already. I haven't processed much of anything.  And because there's been so much I have been so overwhelmed that I can't even reach out to people. I really haven't talked to anyone and I'm so overwhelmed after work sometimes that it ends up causing fights with Terry. He tells me he moved one item in the house or cleaned a room and it freaks me out.  Because it's another fucking change.  He's been so nice in helping me and I spend half of my time freaking out because something has moved.

And the meltdowns and times I freak out.. It's not to get my way! It's because I'm fucking overwhelmed.   I've spent most of 2017 overwhelmed. Usually what helps me is my hobbies.  I've used sewing a lot this year because I've had such severe social anxiety at times I can't leave home, or I've been too overwhelmed to leave home.  So not much photography. I couldn't go camping either, my head still hurts due to the surgery.

Its also why at times I need to be alone, to regroup, to calm down, to get less overwhelmed.

I love the show "The big Bang Theory". Mostly because the social misfits of the engineering types fit with me. I've spent half of my life hanging out with men with those quirks. I found Sheldon a bit much at times, especially with the "My spot"  for instance .But I'm like that too! For at least where I sleep in my house.   And the fact Sheldon will knock 3 times and call a person's name. I don't do that, but I feel the need to explain things in several different ways to make sure I'm understood. I've always done that.....

It explains why I've worked 25 years where I am in a large  computer manufacturing company, where people with autism manage to fit in. I am sure  25% of my colleagues are also on the spectrum.  I've identified the ones the most like me, who understand and or accept me as I am and do great team work with me. They see how skilled I am at my job, just like I  admire their mad skills at their job.  I learn best from them usually too as they explain things in ways I understand.

It explains why I am more comfortable around animals than humans. Cats find me. Always, everywhere I go.  And it's love at first sight!  And not just house cats, sometimes bigger ones like Lynx find me.  And animals rarely ever threaten me. Usually we are instant friends.

It explains why I spent a huge portion of my life thinking I was "faking it". I wasn't really, but because I have to hide who I am for the most part to fit in and not make waves, it's exhausting. And outing myself to others often finishes with losing friends. Very few people stick around after they get to know the real me. Not the one they see from time to time, but the in depth one.

Terry doesn't care what label I have, he says he loves me for being me. Quirks and all. And because I am who I am I wonder if this is true. It's hard for me to accept that someone could really love me for me. Though knowing I am on the spectrum certainly helps. I know that I am just the way I'm meant to be.  I'm just not neuro-typical.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

I hold tons of anger towards my biological dad.

Who wouldn't? I mean he tried to kill his 2 and a half year old daughter when she was sleeping!!! What monster does that?

It hit me in the past few days, reading in the newspaper that a woman had been compensated by the Canadian government for the tests done on her mother at the Allen Memorial.  My dad was one of the folks who was used as a guinea pig by the CIA. His name appears in the article about Dr Cameron in Wikipedia. 

Quoted from an article in the New Scientist from 1986
 This is text I found in a book with a google search about my biological dad.  I wonder if the daughter he is noted to be estranged from is me?  I wonder if I can find books that goes more in detail.  And the comment that he couldn't even read anymore... My dad had a high IQ and was offered bursary to go to university as a young man from a poor family because he was gifted.

Here I was thinking all these years he was a monster, when maybe it wasn't all the alcohol but really the stuff he suffered at the Allen memorial that made him try to kill me?

I've spent part of an afternoon watching "The sleep room".

Found an article declassified by the CIA back in 2011, about my dad and what he suffered at the Allan Memorial

Was sent this link as well, for further reading.

Thursday, November 09, 2017

This is how you spend more than 50 years of your life without knowing you are autistic!

Yesterday I went to my therapist.  I did years ago both the MMPI and IQ tests after he diagnosed the ADHD and we went through the results again. Apparently there are new ways to interpret the MMPI and so he had an assistant put in his computer and had it processed electronically.

When I did the IQ test years ago all he told me was that I was way above normal. That doesn't mean much as normal is 100. Also between 95% of the population fall between 75 and 130. As it turns out I have very superior IQ, being that my score is 135.

This is consistent with other relatives.  My biological dad's IQ score is in the 130's.   I had Izzy tested when she was 3 and a half, not particularly to know her IQ but because she is born 7 days after the cut off for school and I felt it would be a shame that she would miss a year for 7 days. So she was tested. Her IQ ranges between 140 and 160.  I don't recall exact numbers, but there was a verbal and non verbal test done.  And one test she was in the 140's one test she was in the 160's.  This puts her closer to genius level.  I'm sure Sam is also in the same range between 130-160.  She was never tested but fits right in with the rest of us.

Here's something interesting, have you ever met someone with a high IQ who had good social skills? It seems the higher your intelligence the more awkward and less social skills you have? Which made me ask if all geniuses were almost always on the Autism spectrum?!?!? I was reading not too long ago that three times more autistic people have savant gifts than neurotypical people. I find it fascinating.