Saturday, 17 August 2019

Mother Knows Best?

Well, does she? Mine doesn't. This is what happened yesterday:

My parents came over to drop The Earl off last night and my mother berated me for daring to throw away a stained and mouldy rubber bath mat.  The aforementioned item was festering away in their holiday bungalow when we visited last month and we replaced it with a brand new one. She also expressed anger at the decision to replace a manky old plastic soap dish with a ceramic one as it would "crack the basin" when it fell off of the side.  I wouldn't mind, but knowing their crankiness, I left the soap dish in the bathroom for future use and the mat on one of the workshop shelves.

My mother is a deeply lazy woman who refuses to maintain any kind of housekeeping. She has always been the same and I grew up in a complete shithole of a house as a result, a place so rank and disgusting visitors were never welcome.

Friday, 19 July 2019

Choir, Revisited

Guess what readers? No?  Well, my latest choir isn't right for me either. Last week some old woman wearing an ill-advised combination of white skinny jeans and a grey blingy top decided to whisper something unkind in her sister's ear about my singing. I was pissed off enough then, believe me.

I'd normally blame myself and my Autism, but it's not altogether my fault in this particular instance because this lot are seriously cliquey. I'm not a thick skinned person by nature and being told rather rudely to 'shut up' whilst I was attempting to help sort out an audio issue was unpleasant. Also, if I'm asked whether I can follow the soprano part and I answer that it's easier to determine the harmony line on a musical score is my personal opinion. Yes, it may sound quite snobby, but it wasn't meant to be. Snarky comments about me being "too good for the choir" don't help either. Yeah, I'm looking at you, so-called treasurer.

Needless to say that I won't be coming back.


Sunday, 14 July 2019

Blogging Silence for Six Whole Months

Why is that?  Er, I dunno really.  What have I been up to?  Well, life goes on really - time certainly does fly.  During the first couple of years since taking redundancy I was rather lost and felt constantly guilty about not working, but I've rather got used to it now.  That's not to say that I'm a lazy slugabed who spends all of their time watching Glee whilst wearing a stained dressing gown - anyway, that was so last week.

I've settled into my role as co-chair of my borough's Autism Partnership Board - it gives me some outlet to use the skills I gained whilst working in the public sector.  I have also joined another choir and yes, before you start banging on, this is the fourth choir I've joined since 2010, but I'll write another blog post about choir stuff in due course.

My son, The Earl, or whatever he's called on here has developed asthma during the past week - currently the medics aren't sure whether it's seasonal or permanent.  It's certainly worrying and it keeps him up coughing all night.  Combined with his ADHD it's not the best thing as he tends to get worked up about this that and the other, plus it's nearly time for the school summer break.

Sunday, 27 January 2019

Post #158 - If You're Planning A Party - Please Let Me Know!

Regular readers may recall a previous reference to my maternal great aunt, or as I dubbed her The Home Counties Methuselah?  She's due to turn ninety in March and her son, who's in his sixties, is planning a birthday bash.  He wrote this in the Christmas Card to MotherLogic, but we weren't treated to this information.

There's a bit of background here: https://faspie.blogspot.com/2017/04/post-97-my-mother.html so I don't need to elaborate too much.  I'd only bore myself by doing that anyway.

If a big event is due to occur in March, wouldn't you have issued the invitations by now?  It's the end of January for goodness sake! If not, why not tell everyone that it's not happening?  It's flimsy nebulous thinking like this which irritates me about certain members of the allistic/nypical/neurotypical community.  I asked MotherLogic last night, but she didn't seem to know either, believing that it would go ahead.  Will it indeed?  If so, I don't think that I'll be joining the party.  So there!  I'll merely go off and sulk in front of my television.

I used to find it hard to socialise with MotherLogic's cousin and his partner anyway.  In the days before I knew that I was autistic, LogicTowers used to host family get togethers, mainly because it boasts ha - a lovely estate agent term - can you imagine a group of semi-detached houses meeting up in the pub and playing a game of one upmanship?) much more reception space than MotherLogic's abode and that we maintain a good level of cleanliness and tidiness here.  That last statement sounds bitchy, but it is brutally accurate.  As ever, I digress - quite frankly, CousinLogic and his partner are a bit too intellectual for my tastes anyway - think BBC Radio 3 and obscure art galleries and you'll get the picture.  His partner is also a very highly strung woman and that always makes my poor noggin hurt.

*Update*

We received an invitation through the Great British postal system today and I've accepted on behalf of me, MrLogic, MasterLogic plus the two parental Logics.  It did adhere to the six week invitation etiquette. 





Friday, 25 January 2019

Post #157 - Life Choices

Do you, like me, sometimes sit back and think "why did I make that particular life choice?"  No?  I bet people do though - it's a bit like the Sliding Doors paradox, although granted, without the character played by John Hannah quoting the same lines from a particular Monty Python sketch and unbelievably, making all of the people surrounding him howl with laughter. 



I wish that I'd done things differently at times, but it's too late to regret anything now.  I'm all grown up, more's the pity. 

Sunday, 20 January 2019

Post #156 - Dealing With Disability In The Family

Mr Logic's younger brother, Uncle Logic was born with significant physical and mental disabilities in the early 1960s - he attended a special school until the age of eighteen and then spent the time until his mid fifties in the care of my late father-in-law and mother-in-law, both of whom completely ignored his needs.  My father-in-law, whom I never met, died in the mid-1990s and my mother-in-law (Nanny Logic) cared for Uncle Logic until she fell and broke her tibia back in 2012 and never walked again, making outside intervention the only pathway.  She was, however, in her late eighties then and far too elderly to cope.

Uncle Logic always had health issues, but these were ignored for years because Nanny Logic didn't have the mental capacity and ability to understand her adult son's needs.  When I married into the family during the early 2000s I tried to make a difference, but unless she, as his main carer, was deliberately mistreating him, there was very little me and Mr Logic could do - for example, Uncle Logic once developed Bell's Palsy, which could have blinded him in one eye and it was only picked up by us when we visited one weekend.  Mr Logic took him to Moorfields Eye Hospital to ensure the condition was properly treated (with medical Botox if you're interested!)

Nanny Logic developed vascular dementia and after many years of wrangling with the social services, care agencies and all that jazz, she was placed in a local authority home which she died in at the age of ninety-one.  Vascular Dementia is a horrid condition - it slowly kills you over a four year period.  Uncle Logic was housed in a sheltered house for gentlemen with learning and physical disabilities and, a few years on, he's still there.  He has been hospitalised a few times along the way and was even in Intensive Care at various points.  There have been a few issues recently, which I won't go into here because they're on way to being solved and we really appreciate how hard the staff work in the home. 







Thursday, 17 January 2019

Post #155 - Channel 4's 'The Undateables'

After watching the 2018 Christmas Special I gave some thought to the situation and  wrote the following Tweet:


I was quite late to the party in regards to the show itself, probably because the title put me off and I thought that it may be overtly mawkish or patronising. I caught up on quite a few episodes via Channel 4's All4 online service and concentrated on the autistic participants. I felt that it was quite a good overview of how difficult people find seeking love and relationships.

As the series rolled on I started to get a bit bored with it. There seemed to be far too much emphasis on certain individuals. One guy, Richard, who has Asperger's, seemed funny at first with his inability to travel more than five miles outside of his comfort zone to meet a potential date and uttering statements about 'fucking Kent' when told of a lady's home location.  His behaviour just came across as rude and thoughtless on dates - he refused to purchase any food in the pub, but stole chips off of the lady's plate after distracting her. He also talked to an eastern European lass about Chernobyl, which came across as both crass and insensitive.

The girl with the brightly coloured hair's stimming onscreen was an uncomfortable watch, ditto her need to force hugs from people. Yes, as an Aspergian I do display certain behaviours, but I wouldn't want these magnified on TV for the viewers' entertainment.

So, I won't be watching any further episodes of The Undateables, but that's my decision. Others may take great comfort from it, but I do have a few reservations about some of the dating agencies they feature, but I won't comment further on this, lest I get myself into legal difficulties.