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
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.
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