Thursday lunchtime

I feel shattered. I have been bombarded all day by thoughts, moods, people, events, conversations, and fears. I feel just as I did when I woke up. It hasn't eased off. I have been like this all my life, but this is the first time I have felt strong enough to admit to feeling like this, and to be able to articulate what the feelings are. Having spoken to other people "on the spectrum" I know I am not unique. It would be marvellous to think that one day I might not be plagued by all this. It would be even more marvellous if my friend with Aspergers didn't have to go through it either. That really saddens me because he is younger than I am. Please, reader, try to understand that I am not sitting here having a whinge. I am taking ownership of  how I am and describing what I used to ignore. I am waiting anxiously for my next appointment with the doctors, and hope to receive knowledge that can be helpful to me and to other people I know with the same issues.