I'm an autistic person who is making a career from writing, public speaking and advocacy work.
There was first a time, a very long stretch of time, when I felt that I was living life as I should. Each and every day I would wake up, do my daily errands, finish my work and go to bed. It’s true that I felt a lot of stress and strain. But I felt that it was healthy for me, as I believed that work was what life was all about. As for pleasure, it was my genuine belief that fun only came from achieving weekly allowances, credentials and other positivities from working; and by that I mean working very hard.
No matter who we are as people and what our experiences are, being a child is a very unique experience. As children we have less responsibilities and expectations placed upon us. Though I wouldn’t go as far as to say that life is easier when we’re very young. Firstly the reason for children having less expectations is because they don’t know quite as much as they will eventually know when they’re grown. This comes from a combination of our development from growth and our experience from time. Regardless of how I’ve developed cognitively, experience has also played a major role in me eventually becoming who I am now.
I’ll begin with a brief paragraph describing my regular daily routine. At 5am I wake up and do a couple of hours of mindfulness exercises prior to getting out of bed. As soon as I pull off my blankets I start looking for my clothes and begin to get dressed. Once I’m fully dressed I have my breakfast, medication and finish everything that I need to do before I begin my work. If at home during the day I write my blogs, answer various emails or do work on my business. Sometimes I go out on weekdays for travel training with a support person. Perhaps I’ll go to the shops and buy a few things that I need/want; or maybe I’ll visit places such as our local historical village which is so fascinating and run by lovely people. Many younger people have become more interested in this place after a paranormal show investigated the site and reported it to contain a few ghosts. Once I return home (and/or finish my work) in the evening I have dinner, have a shower, brush my teeth, watch television, play Minecraft, pull on my pyjamas and read in bed before falling asleep at around 11pm.
When I was a child we had a few cats, and despite loving them all as members of the family we weren’t keen on getting any more after they passed away naturally. It’s true that we shed a good few tears, though we still remained adamant that we would never get another cat. Unfortunately we had a cat who piddled on furniture in the house and another who was uncontrollably having litters of kitten constantly, of which were very hard to sell to loving homes. Both of those cats mentioned would also hunt wildlife and we often entered our house to see feathers all over the place!
At the very beginning of this year I visited a local Mexican restaurant to celebrate two family members’ birthdays (including my own).
From the moment I entered this world decades ago, I have always had a unique connection to my mother. I would always know when it was her holding me and I instinctively associated her very presence with support and comfort. Perhaps it was because I had previously spent nine months growing inside of her. Or maybe it’s a survival instinct from nature. That’s just one of life’s many mysteries.
Both Christmas and Easter have an equally important story to celebrate. However when we compare the gift and spending aspects of the two festivities, we generally perceive Easter as being the lesser celebration.
Like the vast majority of six year olds, I was extremely excited from the realisation that I would be starting school in a month’s time. In Australia just about every school (independent or state school) has a uniform in which their students wear. One night in January mum brought my new uniform home for me to try on, just to see if it would fit. While I was wearing it I felt so grown up and asked mum if I could wear it all the time. Though I was told that I couldn’t wear it until I started school because it had to be clean for my first day.