In the week that a good-looking young man, Tom Daley, Olympic diver, came out as gay I have found myself wondering why this even constitutes news. To me it reinforces the impression that even today to differ from the heterosexual norm is still seen by too many people as worthy of comment.
So what are people going to make of me?
Oh my! I’ve not written anything for about two weeks now, but I’m still around. I have a lot of changes going on in my life right now, so I’ve not been able to find so much time to maintain my online presence. But I’m hopeful that things are going to settle down over the coming weeks… and I may have something significant to announce.
On the personal front, despite a few hiccups along the way, I seem to be settling into my antidepressant meds quite well now and my sleeping patterns are close to normal. I’m back at work and feeling up to the job, which is such a relief.
My wife and I are working things out. There are issues, sure, but we’re making progress and have been getting along quite well again.
That’s all for now. I hope to back to writing more regularly soon.
This wasn’t the post I was intending to write. Sometimes something just comes to mind and I have to go with it. I’ve been thinking about feminism and my take on it.
Of all my symptoms of depression the one that is causing me most frustration is the loss of concentration: I am finding it difficult to focus on anything for any length of time.
Attention to detail is a great strength of mine but also a weakness: so often I fail to see the forest for the trees. This is not unusual for autistic people.
Tired mind so full of thoughts;
Flock of birds come nesting.
Noise and turmoil will not stop
Though I should be resting.
Round and round and round they go,
No end to them in sight.
Like a hamster on a wheel
They run and run all night.
Here I lie awake in bed,
I’m done with counting sheep.
Wishing that my mind was still,
So desperate for sleep.
I have Aspergers Syndrome, anxiety disorder and, right now, depression. These are disabling conditions: I am disabled. But I’m not broken.
I was diagnosed with depression a couple of weeks ago. It’s a strange illness that affects my perception and judgment.
A pebble falls.
We stand and watch
Each bounce it makes,
One brief tumble,
Ending too soon.
Is my autism a blessing or a curse? How do I see it myself? That’s a difficult and important question and I will try to answer it.