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Sunday, 10 March 2019

Family, you can’t kill them... unless you can.

Finally snapped at my brother and told him that I had not at any point disagreed with what he was arguing at me and he didn’t have to keep fighting at me. He stormed off into the freezing night in bare feet. And has not returned.
Now being guilted for picking on him.
Family.....

He returned when messaged for dinner.  And in time to then just fight with Uncle Johnny.
I understand it is an autism spectrum thing that doesn’t allow for grey zones, but it gets very frustrating to be around.  It stacks poorly with a tendency we both have to extrapolate from the info we have and run on the generated assumption - unfortunately the ASD makes him less able to adjust to new information modifying the assumption. It leds to rage arguing when it is really unnecessary to argue any amount at all.
And Johnny is kind of an arsehole, so the combination has been exceedingly unpleasant to be around.

I am trying to find an interpretation for Johnny that isn’t just an arsehole, but I don’t think that there is one.

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