Yesterday

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”

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In some of my darkest hours, I recently turned to the GP and sought out help. They referred me to Talking Therapies, who took three months to get me an appointment and have just cancelled it the evening before.

I swear it’s like they don’t even know I have autism and do not cope well with sudden changes in my plans…

My Way

I wasn’t going to soliloquise about my diagnosis and all of that.

I felt, perhaps unsurprisingly, that it would be of little interest to anyone else. We each have our own journey, after all – mine is no more fascinating than any other.

Something I read lately, though, has convinced me otherwise. It is, of course, important to speak. Communication is everything – an ill-fitting motto to adapt for someone with autism, but true nonetheless. And maybe, one day, something, somewhere, might genuinely help someone. I know I would never want anyone else to be in the position I have been in for most of my life.

So here goes. The bare bones, warts-and-all account of… Me, I guess. Continue reading “My Way”