Why I won’t ever own a Land Rover.

Despite my love of these uncouth units, I will never own one. And that saddens me to the core. I mean, I love them to death.

(TL/DR: I’m Autistic with ADHD. The discrimination I’ve faced throughout my life means I’ll never afford one)

So, why won’t I own one?

Because of everyone. And I’ve just given up on getting any kind of “fairness”, let alone “a leg up”.

When someone says to you “Everybody’s being an arsehole to me,” normally “Everybody” isn’t the problem. (I’ll leave that sit) But, in this case, it is.

I’m Autistic with a co-diagnosis of ADHD.

So that means that I’ve faced more than my fair share of exclusion and even open discrimination, especially in the workforce.

I apply for 10,000 jobs at times, when the average is closer to 1,000*. (*Made up figures, but the proportions are just about right) When I do manage an interview, my anxiety and social ineptitude work against me, almost every time.

And, when, on the absolute rare occasion that I’ve actually got the job, I have battled to get any and all “reasonable adjustments” and then ejected because I was “hard to work with” (and the like)

I have had my employment terminated for some of the tiniest reasons, or sometimes no reason at all. Just because they didn’t like me.

And, so, at age 48, at the end of 2020 (when they were calling all the staff back into the office, and I politely asked if I could continue to work from home, given the metrics they had collected measured my work output at 3 times that of when I worked physically in the office, they said “No way. Get your butt back into the office. Full time.”

So, I’ve “retired”. Because, like Borat said in his first movie, I am retard. Not because I was successful, but because I just can’t be bothered anymore.