They say – those notorious sayers of supposed truth and wisdom, whoever they may be – that appearances can be deceptive.
To anyone on the autistic spectrum, this is not news – it is a way of life. Nothing is rarely – if ever – as it seems to us. So many games; so many hidden meanings; passive-aggressiveness; sarcasm; nuance in the look, the body language, and us… A blunted hammer in a world of needles and scalpels.
This, though, is a message. From me to any of the neurotypical folk who look in on my life and my relationship and think all is fine. Appearances can be deceptive. Continue reading “A Message From the Inside”
I fear for my grip on the life I have. It is slipping slowly, surely, away from me, piece by piece. My partner is as distant now as he was when he lived 150 miles away, and if he should go, the other dominoes will follow – our house, our dog, my ability to face work, my strength to fight through University studies.
And as always, I feel helpless. I don’t know what to do about it. I want, so desperately, for him to understand that, and move toward me in our stand-off, but… Nothing. Just silence.
The pain is unbearable these days.
Is this just fantasy?
It’s a good fucking question.
What is real? Continue reading “Is this the real life…?”
All my troubles seemed so far away. But distance is all subjective. They felt so far away because my partner and I had enjoyed one good evening in each other’s company. It made the world of difference.
But it didn’t last. It never lasts. I embarked on what was actually an incredibly tough day, with little to no support from anyone around me – least of all him. Continue reading “Yesterday”
George needed to make a phone call to the Doctor’s for an appointment to talk about anti-depressants.
Jane offered to make the call for him, and come with him to wait in the waiting room.
George thanked Jane all day.
Another song title – this time John Lennon’s, but one I have had pounding through my mind this weekend, in anticipation of today, when my partner spent the morning with friends and their kids. Continue reading “Jealous Guy”
Which is veeeeeeery different to “independence”, in that I am probably, most likely, almost surely mired in dependence on my partner.
And he has gone away for three days with work, which shouldn’t be a big deal to me, but is.
Because it means my routines have changed. It means my environment has changed; emptied of his sounds and presence. And it means my responsibilities have changed, too. I now have sole charge of our dog, and must now try to remember and accomplish all of the things that are usually his job to remember and accomplish.
In short, I must, for these three days, be two people. Which is difficult when, on most days, I barely feel like one….