About Ron Deets MBA
I was diagnosed at 34 with autism and I grew up impoverished.
I was the first person in my family to graduate college and the only one to get a graduate degree.
I was a medical accountant until I succumbed to my PTSD, C-PTSD, unmanaged autism, and suicidal ideation depression level disabilities.
2020 was a period, for me, of extreme.. survival.
The world was dealing with a global pandemic.
I was dealing with a global pandemic.
On top of these fresh diagnoses.
I’ve always been suicidal, I’ve always been depressed.
Those were my baselines. Those were my normal.
At least “normal” when viewed through the perspective of being raise by an emotionally manipulative narcissistic mother and a father who had physically and mentally decomposed from (likely) Agent Orange Expose while serving in the United States Navy during Vietnam before my developing adolescent eyes.
My father passed in his early 50s.
I was 16 years old.
But autism? (C-)PTSD?
Those are life-altering diagnoses.
And those diagnoses change how you think about life.
So, here I was, spending my waking hours in a basement, living in fear of an unprecedented once-in-a-century pandemic spreading faster than wildfire and being continuously doused with legislative gasoline trying to comprehend these new diagnoses, these new traumatizing insights about my trauma.
I didn’t know what else to do, so I checked myself into a local psych ward.
Upon dismissal, nothing really changed.
I still had to pick up and try to put together all these pieces of a puzzle that illustrated my psyche.
So that’s what I spent the next years of my life doing.
America is behind in a number of ways, from the social safety net to climate change, to social justice.
We can do more than catch up.
We can set the world standards in humanitarian aid and the sciences.
And I aim to one day draft the legislation to make that possible if you give me that opportunity.
Putin. Is. The. Enemy.
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