Post #51 - Dealing With Your Aspie Child

It's a strange thing parenting an autistic son - for example, there's so much I do understand, but then there's a whole lot of other stuff I haven't a clue about.  For example, and forgive me if I've mentioned it before, but he's got a thing about being seen about with two parents.  I recall being very embarrassed by my own mother whilst a teenager because she insisted on wearing a market purchased florescent pink sweatshirt emblazoned with 'Macadam Street Boys' on the front and a crude depiction of a youth skateboarding with gay abandon.  That said, I don't really wear anything particularly odd whilst out and about.

He wanted a classmate of his to visit on Sunday.  We don't normally do playdates in this household because I find it really stressful.  The child in question isn't a particularly good influence on him in my opinion, but I won't elaborate, lest I get pilloried for such behaviour.

In other news, I'm still obsessed with my Cineworld Unlimited Card.  For those not in the know, it's a pre-paid card in which the consumer signs up for a year's subscription at the princely sum of £16.90 per calendar month.  For that, you can have entry into pretty much any cinema in the UK, with the exception of the three ones located in central London.  I have been to see countless films since I obtained the card back in February - some good, some bad and others, well, they were mediocre.

Post #50 - Future Plans and Creative Writing

In regard to future plans, well, I logged onto an employment agency's website and saw that there were quite a few Civil Service posts available.  Great, that gives me quite a lot of hope of a return as a temporary worker in the autumn.  I don't think that being out of work really suits me, after all, I had been in paid employment since I was nineteen.

Yesterday I attended an 'Autobiography Into Fiction' course at the City Lit, which is an arts college located in Covent Garden, central London.  It was quite a long day - 10:30 through to 17:30 to be exact, but it was packed full of interesting material.  The tutor's chosen written style and oeuvre wasn't to my particular taste, but you could tell that he clearly has talent.  I find it a really strange juxtaposition because the suburb I live in doesn't really have much of an intellectual population, but if I get on the train they'll be a room full of well-read people talking about Proust and Edward Hopper.  Even I'm not that cultured!

Post #49 - Two Weeks Post Seizure, Life Goes On

It does indeed. I'm currently writing this post on my smartphone whilst lying in bed, I've been really tired today and made the decision to rest this afternoon. This morning I returned to my French class, it was lesson four of six, but I cannot state, hand on heart, that I really enjoy it as I tend to struggle with learning languages. Also, the tutor is a bit scatty and doesn't appear to be following the course outline. As a typical Aspie, I rely on structured learning environments.

I should have really attended choir tonight, but I've missed the first and second rehearsals so far. I think that I've written about my frustration before, but although I love to sing, the group dynamics really vex me and the fact that at least two of the altos are tone deaf is rather disconcerting.

Hopefully I'll cheer up soon. I have signed up for a 'Turning Autobiography Into Fiction' day at The City Lit on Saturday.