Love in the Time of Coronavirus – March 22, 2020 (part two of three)

Why am I awake? Even whys seem meaningless now. Hows? Functional. Even more meaningless. Perhaps more interesting though. How am I awake? I'm alive. That's crucial. Doesn't seem to me to require much else that isn't glaringly obvious. I want to hold her. That sounds creepy. I want to cuddle her. Better. I want to … Continue reading Love in the Time of Coronavirus – March 22, 2020 (part two of three)

Short Story of My (autistic) Life

You know when you’ve got your alarm set for, say, 6am, for work, but you wake up at, say, 4am and can’t get back to sleep? This is kind of similar to how I was “born”. And I write “born”, in inverted commas, because it’s more accurate to say I was surgically removed – via … Continue reading Short Story of My (autistic) Life

“Disabled”

Put simply, and on reflection as an adult diagnosed autist, in my experience neurotypicals seem a lot more disabled in an objective (versus groupthink) sense than me or any other autist I'm even vaguely aware of, let alone know personally.

Love in the Time of Coronavirus (and back home) – March 24 (and 25), 2020

Tuesday: Do what you want to do. Songs of learning. I'm not intending to be arrogant. Detached, maybe. I'd be a good father anyway. I don't currently want to do it though. I feel like both pessimism and optimism are foreign to me and that autism, for me at least, comes with resolute realism as … Continue reading Love in the Time of Coronavirus (and back home) – March 24 (and 25), 2020

Love in the Time of Coronavirus – March 22, 2020 (part three of three)

Another night of no sleep and I feel ok. Why do I bother writing. I've written so much and it seems pointless sometimes but I don't have an alternative timeline - in which perhaps it might seem more meaningful - to compare it to. To woo women? Like Robin Williams said in Dead Poet's Society? … Continue reading Love in the Time of Coronavirus – March 22, 2020 (part three of three)