Post #178 - It's March 2021

Yes it is, the calendar told me so and by that, I mean the Gregorian calendar, not the Julian, which according to Wikipedia, would mean that today is 19th February 2021 and not 7th March 2021. I wouldn't mind trying to regain those lost couple of weeks though - well, perhaps not - it's still Lockdown and the winter lingers on. The calendars I do use are Google and Samsung, although I'll probably just use the former as the latter doesn't link into Zoom, Skype or MS Team Meetings, which is a PITA.

I developed the lung lurgy last week and was laid up in bed with it, but the upshot is that my body is so many hours of sleep in credit that it didn't let me sleep at all last night - not a wink, not a snooze and certainly not a doze - nada, nothing.  It wasn't COVID-19 by the way - whenever anyone has a sniffle, that's what people think, but no, it's not that.  Anyway, I filled the wee small hours by watching re-runs of series four of the late lamented UK police procedural show The Bill.  This was first shown on ITV back in 1988, so I almost certainly watched it at the time - it's not as though as I had much to do as a geeky suburban teenager, in fact, PC Pete Ramsey looks slightly like my late elder brother, but my sibling didn't drive a vintage Porsche during the 1980s, in fact I think that he never managed to pass his driving test.  

The trouble with doing strange art projects during the night is that by the cold light of day, they're ... odd.  

I suppose that it was kinda necessary to test out the pens, but hey - art and design isn't really my bag or indeed my large black ugly mug. 

Post #96: Aspie Obsessions - Jeans

Don't ask me the reason why I'm obsessed with jeans, but rest assured, I must am.  Maybe because it's because my Mother, a single parent between late 1980 and mid 1984, wasn't over-flushed with money as we were living on my late Father's Police Pension.  Mother's a frugal woman, but with three young children to bring up, it didn't stretch that far.  Actually, the majority of our clothing was purchased from either church jumble sales or from market stalls.  My older brother, Peter, had a pair of jeans with a rubberised Fred Flintstone design adhered to both thighs; as you can imagine, they were pretty darn stylish?  I later inherited them and took them to the catwalks of Milan.

When I was at senior/secondary school between the ages of 11 and 16 I always dreaded non uniform day and once wore a Betty Boop nightshirt, as suggested by my so-called best friend, Jane.  How nice!  Everyone noticed.  Bitches.

Yesterday morning, whilst carrying out a seasonal wardrobe inventory, I counted 50, yes 5-0 pair of denim, corduroy and other thinner jeans-style five pocket trousers.  Yikes!  Of course, me being me and having a weight that likes to fluctuate by about three to four stone, only about 12 pairs of them actually fit me at this present moment.

Back in June 2014, when I had my first period off sick from work with stress and anxiety, I decided to measure and categorise them all.  I think that I quite enjoyed the process really; it's the aspie level of detail I often crave.  Hurrah.

Post #10 - Mumsnet: Neurodiversity support thread: Women with suspected/self-diagnosed/diagnosed ASC & ADHD

Back in late 2013 when I was first trying to work out whether I had Asperger Syndrome I ventured upon a thread on Mumsnet and posted a few times under my old username.  I changed my username recently after the cyber attack on the site and because I wanted to be known by a different moniker.

Anyway, here's a link to the new thread: http://www.mumsnet.com/Talk/special_needs_recommendations/2399562-Neurodiversity-support-thread-Women-with-suspected-self-diagnosed-diagnosed-ASC-ADHD?msgid=56752860#56752860  I'm finding it an absolutely excellent source of support.  There are a number of amazing posters on there and the way I learn about everything Aspie is to read recommended textbooks, blogs and forum posts.  It's ironic in many ways, since being diagnosed as an Aspie I can't get enough of reading about the condition and how it affects people, especially women.

I've never really known what I wanted to be in life - some people knew at school that they wanted to be a nurse/bus driver/builder etc or go into the family business, but believe me when I tell you that I never really did.  Like many people growing up in the 1980s, we inputted our details into a huge computer and the associated print out suggested that we may wish to be a bramble picker or a shop assistant.  I drifted into a career in the public sector, but it wasn't a great fit for me.  Now, I know that I want to work in the field of Autism in some way.