I’m Autistic: What’s Your Excuse?

February 23, 2007

So I Really Am Autistic, Then…

Filed under: General — rainmanlite @ 4:39 pm

Just had an assessment with a Dr Tim Long, a psychologist employed by Bedfordshire Local Education Authority to help the university decide what support I need. I’ll blog about this in more detail when I have a copy of the report in front of me, but apparently my language skills are in the top 5% of the spectrum. As you can imagine, I’m pretty pleased with myself.

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January 27, 2007

Happiness…

Filed under: General — rainmanlite @ 11:18 pm

… is going to a cashpoint to check on the progress of your overdraft and discovering that you’re a thousand quid richer than you thought you were.

… is getting asked out by a girl you know only through a Yahoo! Group you’re both members of.

… is telling your mother what you really think of your stepfather and being a very very long way away when she reads the email.

… is hearing about a decision taken by George Bush that seems vaguely intelligent for once.

More on that last one later.

January 24, 2007

Things I’ve Learned To Live Without As A Student

Filed under: General — rainmanlite @ 10:08 pm
  • Television.
  • A reliable supply hot water.
  • A reliable supply of toilet paper.
  • Broadband internet access.
  • The dawn chorus.
  • The ability to recycle anything.
  • The ability to see my girlfriend more than once a month.
  • Regular contact with any of my relatives. (No great strain this one!)

And I really don’t think I’d have it any other way…

January 23, 2007

Christmas

Filed under: General — rainmanlite @ 1:57 am

Bleurgh. I am not big on the holiday season; it involves spending money I can’t really spare, spending time ‘as a family’ when I’d much rather they just left me alone and lots of other stuff I can do well without, thank you very much.

I thought I had it all sewn up this year; a blazing row with my stepfather has ensured that I am no longer welcome in the family home, and I stocked up on ready-meals and cans of beer with every intention of spending a nice peaceful Christmas in my flat in Luton. All my flatmates were guaranteed to have buggered off home (I’ll blog about them later), so there’d be no loud music or horrible messes in the kitchen for at least a couple of weeks…

But instead, and much against my better judgement, I allowed my Uncle Chris to persuade me to come and visit my grandmother’s house, where he was staying with his family. Wouldn’t be so bad, I figured. Uncle Chris is probably the only member of my extended family that I have anything in common with to speak of. But first, I had to get there.

My grandmother lives in a tiny village in Warwickshire with no bus service. The nearest railway station is in Coventry, which isn’t especially easy to get to from Luton; I have to get a bus to Milton Keynes then a train to Coventry unlesss I want to change trains in London, and there were ominous rumblings that the bus drivers were going to go on strike on Christmas Eve. Fortunately it never materialised, and I was able to get to Milton Keynes without hassle. Fifteen minutes on a rather chilly platform later and I was on the way to Coventry.

Which was where things went fruit-shaped.

The original plan had been for me to ring my grandmother from the station and let her know I’d arrived, at which point she’d drive over and pick me up. I’d carefully copied down her phone number from an email, and was making my way to a phone box (I don’t have a mobile) when I discovered that the piece of paper with the phone number was still on the desk beside my laptop in Luton. Oops! I didn’t have the cash for a taxi, and phoning home was out of the question (it’s usually my stepdad who answers and he’d probably just laugh at me), so I settled in to wait. They’d have to realise what happened sooner or later, wouldn’t they?

Four hours later, Uncle Chris finally decides to have a loot for me at the station. Needless to say, he found the whole thing highly amusing. But the litany of disaster does not end there, for when I arrived at Granny Greta’s house I discovered that the bottle of wine I’d brought with me had smashed and soaked the entire contents of my holdall. My oldest sister’s birthday present was ruined and all my clothes were soaked. Look, if the witchdoctor to whom I still owe money is reading this, will you just give me your address so I can send a cheque? Please? You’ve made your point.

Still, at least it turns out that Granny Greta is on my side in the blood-feud between me and Steve.

January 3, 2007

Greetings!

Filed under: General — rainmanlite @ 2:06 pm

Hi, welcome aboard. My name’s James and I’m a twenty year-old Creative Writing student at the University of Bedfordshire. My politics are moderately left-of-centre on most issues, and I take spelling, punctuation and grammar as seriously as every other aspiring novelist on the planet; ie very seriously indeed, but more on that further down the page.

As you might or might not have gathered from the title, I have an Autistic Spectrum Disorder; Asperger’s Syndrome, in case you were wondering. Without going into the technical details (none of which I’ve ever bothered to look up anyway) it means that my brain is wired slightly different to other people’s. It’s like being left-handed or a sodomite, but I’ll let you rank them in order of respectability for yourselves.

Oh, and I used that last example because I loathe and despire any form of discrimination against anyone for a characteristic over which they have no control, and regard anyone who practices such discrimination as the very scum of the Earth. So there.

Now, before I go on to blogging properly, I’d like to establish a few rules for anyone posting a comment to this site. Here goes:

1. I am a firm believer in freedom of expression, and that it is a fundamental tenet of democracy that all points of view must be heard, however offensive to the majority they may be. However, any comment that I believe was deliberately intended to be hurtful to any section of the human race will result in an immediate ban.

2. Anyone posting with the sole purpose of plugging their own blog or website will be treated as a spammer. By all means include a link, but comments that consist solely of a URL for your own blog (and I’ve seen this happen) are Just Not On. The only exception is if another commenter specifically requests a link.

3. Anyone posting a comment to this blog must use correct spelling, punctuation and grammar. I’m not going to be pedantic or unreasonable about this, but is it really all that hard to put capital letters at the start of sentences and use punctuation properly? Oh, and if you have a specific difficulty with this sort of thing such as dyslexia, please let me know via email; this information will be kept strictly confidential, and merely ensures you won’t get irate emails from me without good cause.

Okay, that about covers everything, I think. Proper blogging will commence in the next 24 hours.

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