here's the video i also downloaded it
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wow my sympathy has been entirely replaced with disgust, which is impressive considering i haven't even seen his dick yet
i don't know how anyone could look at this child and think that his therapy has helped him adapt to non-autistic life, let alone cope with his particular flavor of spongiform enspergalitis. it's obvious that the #1 thing that his support personnel have repeatedly reinforced over the years is that he's entitled to special treatment, and that anybody who doesn't accommodate him is a bully/bigot/leftie whore. that very same mechanism is at work inside chris, and here we are, looking at very similar results.
this goes along with what i pointed out earlier, which is that this guy actively reached out for both institutional and private help, and didn't hear anything back. the only way he knows to cope with the real world is to reach out for professionals that will cuddle his ass 24/7, and that's the very same prescription that made him so incompetent and fragile in the first place. he was deliberately designed to be trapped in his own exceptional little bubble, by several groups of people, all of whom nominally had his best interests at heart.
EDIT: HOLY GOD DAMN senpai noticed me in that video, 2:34:

"... they also attacked me personally; my voice, my lonely social life, the irony that I have all these telephones and yet no one wants to talk to me --"

"THAT'S a bunch of crap, because I've HAD somebody CONTACT me, to give me access to
HIS PBX a thousand miles away in the Central time zone, but unfortunately I was with my inner, s-s-super sensitivity inter-insecurity of talking, to strangers, which, that's a whole 'nother story all, I don't have time to talk about, sss, my... it's... it's a long story. But I--and also, my Internet connection, iunno what ports are blocked, so I didn't wanna take the risk of buyin' a telephone that may, not connect, on another part of the country because my ISP blocks the ports. *shrugs* THAT'S all."
of all the jabs at his expense, his feathers were most ruffled at my little zinger... in fact he felt such indignity that he was incensed to deliver a minute-long stream of
shameless, boiling horseshit involving ISPs and magical phone mysteries. the only people stupid enough to fall for his explanation of why nobody talks to his shrill, boogery ass are geriatric patients who have never had a telephone conversation over the internet, so regardless of whether or not he's too stupid to manage port forwarding (which, how can you be autistic and not know how to do that?), he just tipped his hand that he's only had someone try to contact him
ONE TIME... and he chickened out on them.