I’m going down south to see Kate Bush.
She isn’t ill, or anything but given how often she tours I wanted to see her before she looks like Miss Havisham.
Wow. Unbelievable. Know what I mean? Continue reading
I’ve been shutting myself in, this week. I felt bombarded by people wanting to know my opinion so they could decide for me whether or not I needed to have it changed. Hmm, I’ll seek out the information I feel is necessary to help me consider that, thank you – and do so from a source I feel I can trust. Now, there’s a problem. I’d also like to be able to decide when and how I enter any part of a debate, but thank you for the many opportunities I’ve been offered, to give knee-jerk reactions to contentious and inflammatory remarks.
Apart from having leaflets thrust into my path, there are collection tins of varying credibility, clipboards from over friendly chuggers and posters shout at me from windows while A-boards catch my feet before catching my eye. Reaching my destination requires some determination. Can I do without that loaf of bread? Yes – No- I’m undecided, tell me. Continue reading
Aroused by the prospect of change.
Hopes, fears, passions rising, it’s getting heated, confusing, loud, bright, fierce, unsettling. Too many people around me, too close, it’s all too close. Where can I take refuge in predictability? Where can I feel safe in the comfort of routine and structure?
Is this what we have to endure until the Scottish Independence Referendumb is concluded? Well, yes, unless you have an ASD, then it’s just a ‘normal’ day.
With the intensity of the Scottish Independence debate wafting out of the zone of frivolous apathy (to be hijacked by the bossies, of whatever ilk) towards the realisation that the date that was plucked out of thin air in the belief that it would never actually arrive (Nostradamus’ influence, perhaps?) we do now realise that a very serious topic, and all of the consequences thereof, will be decided on, next week. That will be it. Then the next blame game will commence.
Scotland the Brave will be in the spotlight, viewed from all over the world. Has the debate been conducted well? Will we be viewed as a country whose residents and leaders are worth listening to? Have our leaders led in a style that befits their status? Is that status seen to be deserved? Well, has the public been offered facts in an objective and pragmatic manner? I would say not – from my skewed perspective, of course. Continue reading
My German barber, Herr Kutz, has shown real interest in the range of developmental disorders within the autistic spectrum, since my diagnosis. Their level of severity is as variable, too. ‘They are recognisable, though’, he concluded, ‘within definable boundaries unlike the myriad of differences among everyone else outside of the spectrum.’ Wow, he speaks my language.
And so, the conversation moved to how variable is the level of independence shown by individuals within and without the spectrum. ‘A great deal of it is not just one’s ability to be independent but one’s desire to be independent – then there’s the definition of what counts for independence’ He said. A moot point here in Scotland, as the Independence Referendum approaches rapidly. Continue reading