Well, my last ever key worker at Autism Initiatives was a Spanish woman. I liked her a lot. It is tough for me to really talk about her any more without getting sad and angry in equal amounts, due to what happened. But yeah, she was lovely when I first met her.

One time, I had this embarrassing problem I will not go into, as it is perhaps not appropriate to talk about with any young members, but she was there to support me as I got blood taken, and I said she was like an angel on my shoulder. But as hurtful as it is to say this, she never was an angel and I unfortunately have to take back any nice comments bestowed upon her, because she is a traitor. She was only out to hurt me by the end of it all. There was some other good shifts I had with her too. We also planned on going cycling, which sadly never happened.

I am not sure how or when the turn even happened as it is hard to piece together when everything occurred or why it happened how it did, but I think I had an indirect part in splitting us up. For a start, this guy who is a service user was berating me or something, and during this Facebook feud we had, I showed him a link to some page about me with stuff about me being this and that. Much of it is fabricated, but it is still a bit on the crazy side.

Well, I get easily annoyed. He must have told her stuff which spooked her since he knew she was my key worker, and I do not know if she noticed I had feelings for her, but I did say things to other support workers which certainly must have been repeated to her. When she did finally reveal she knew I had a crush on her, she was like a different person from that day forward. It was like she was suddenly evil or something. She definitely was not the same Sara any longer. Well, I lost that other lady before for somewhat similar issues with the boundaries, so all these incidents and talking going on just must have got to her mentally. Maybe she thought the attention from me was too much, but it is still odd for someone to act like that over being misconstrued. If that is what this actually is.

Like I said, it is hard for me to talk about it any more without feeling anxious. But time can heal a lot of wounds. For me, I just take each day as it comes. You never know who or what may be around the next corner.