Alan Cohen
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It's a bit overwhelming to realize your entire life can be defined with a single word. I had been in therapy for a long time, but that word, Aspergers, never left my doctor's lips, that is until I came to it myself, and asked him straight out. I am the youngest of four, and my siblings have basically ostracized me from their lives and my parents are long dead. My sole concern, and my sole reason to continue, is my now 20-year-old daughter who my ex borderline wife had adopted from Bulgaria. She has been my sole focus since, and she has lived with me 100 percent of the time for the past five years. I guess I must have appeared all Mark Zuckerberg (think The Social Network) to the judge because he awarded me zero even though my ex earns 100 grand a year.
Yet, here I am, sitting at my computer, broke because my writing career has not yet been accepted, and unable to return to my former career as a lawyer because of all the bridges I burned, and because I simply am no longer able to do it. I just thanked my longtime assistant who was with me for more than 20 years, who sheltered me from the storm of reality. And, like so many of you, I worked on my own because I was unable to work for anybody else. I am now trying to do that again, but not as an attorney. I am overqualified for almost everything. I reached out to VR last week in light of my diagnosis, but their process moves slower than the sloths in Zootopia.
So, I continue to write my blogs (The Libertorian) and my books (America Solved and Private Vows) that I self published and available on Amazon, hoping that the right person might discover my brilliance (trying to be humorous here) because I would earn $5 a copy if anyone actually bought them. I am doing my best not to feel sorry for myself, to accept my deficits along with my gifts. But, it's all so overwhelming, as you all know. I had overcome so much, and now I must do it again.
Thank you.
Alan W. Cohen
Yet, here I am, sitting at my computer, broke because my writing career has not yet been accepted, and unable to return to my former career as a lawyer because of all the bridges I burned, and because I simply am no longer able to do it. I just thanked my longtime assistant who was with me for more than 20 years, who sheltered me from the storm of reality. And, like so many of you, I worked on my own because I was unable to work for anybody else. I am now trying to do that again, but not as an attorney. I am overqualified for almost everything. I reached out to VR last week in light of my diagnosis, but their process moves slower than the sloths in Zootopia.
So, I continue to write my blogs (The Libertorian) and my books (America Solved and Private Vows) that I self published and available on Amazon, hoping that the right person might discover my brilliance (trying to be humorous here) because I would earn $5 a copy if anyone actually bought them. I am doing my best not to feel sorry for myself, to accept my deficits along with my gifts. But, it's all so overwhelming, as you all know. I had overcome so much, and now I must do it again.
Thank you.
Alan W. Cohen