Days of Gratitude - A Life Shared With Autism and Murder and Cake

Mea culpa!  Mea culpa!  Mea maxima culpa!

I missed a day in the Sunday Assembly Gratitude Group.  That's the tenth day I've missed.  I only realised when sorting out the posts here and I've filled in the gap.  Phew!

My head has been struggling to find some firm footing.  I'm sure it'll be a lot better soon.

I will read through the words of Sarah Cowper soon and see what she said about her life and her motives.  As far as I remember she is pretty decent at talking.  Gotta feel sorry for Jo though.  Poor Jo.  She didn't deserve that, no matter what Sarah said!  No, I don't expect you to understand any of that.  You weren't there when Sarah told me her story.

Yeah.  One year since officially being diagnosed as having an autism spectrum disorder.  I was planning to write something about that.  It turned out that at the time I was too disordered for the task.  That's okay.  There is plenty of time to write it.  I haven't even written the second part of the post about why I was seeking a diagnosis in the first place.  That one just didn't happen.  That's okay too.

October 11^th

The third day in a row of not being up to leaving the house.

But. Grateful to have completed the draft of a 7000 word monologue by a convicted mass murderer who is totally convinced by the righteousness of her actions. I have never written something like that before.

Yes. That's her name.

October 12^th

After most of the day seeming to go wrong, very grateful to have been able to go and sing in our brand spanking new choir.

It's a lot of fun.

A photo word of wisdom after completely screwing up and thus missing something I had booked for.

Grateful too for the times Facebook reminds me of very happy days.

October 13^th

Grateful to have taken control of something in my life - and said no without feeling guilty or rubbish.

Grateful for free cake at John Lewis.

And the big one. Grateful that one year ago today, after putting it off for a lot of years, I received a diagnosis of autism. Glad to have finally managed to accept this aspect of me.

October 14^th

I confess that I am cheating. I missed a day in the gratitude group.

I have two photos taken on this day. One is of me holding a soft toy.

The other is of Blob Thing's creator holding a soft toy. And through the medium of the magic of soft toys we held each other although separated by a large distance.