I took my time with the fags and coffee and have been deep in thought since I got up. Bits and pieces of my life keep coming back; things that have stayed at the back of my mind for decades. After the diagnosis this comes as no great surprise. The professionals who are working with me fully expected such a reaction. I expected it too. It's what the autistic brain does. 'Ruminating' they call it. I think my brain is having a major clearout; pondering, cogitating, sorting and processing all the events of my life and trying to file them where they should be.
I got to the library somewhat later than usual. When I arrived the main suite was fully occupied by the talkative community, and the quiet seats were all taken. That just won't do. The staff have very kindly let me use one of the terminals downstairs. It's noisy too, lots of small children, but not quite so distracting as the rubbish I often hear in detail.
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