Also today, I went to hipster land - aka my uncle’s flat - to watch the Jubilee concert and we could see the fireworks from his massive window.

I would happily live in a place like that.

Also my aunt wants a self portrait.

I need to practice.

I’m actually quite tempted to run down stairs and inform her

But a part of me knows that she is also googling for the symptoms.

Such is life.

Symptoms of autism

The main three symptoms are:

• Difficulties with social interaction - being unaware of what’s socially appropriate, finding chatting or small talk difficult and not socialising much. People with autism may appear uninterested in others and find it very difficult to develop friendships and relate to others, while those with Asperger syndrome are more likely to enjoy or want to develop social contacts, but find mixing very difficult.
• Problems with verbal and non-verbal communication – those affected may be able to speak fluently or, more commonly in autism, may be unable to speak at all. There may also be difficulties understanding gestures, body language, facial expressions and tone of voice, making it difficult to judge or understand the reactions of those they are talking to or to empathise with people’s feelings. As a result, they may unintentionally appear insensitive or rude to others. They may also take others comments literally and so misunderstand jokes, metaphors or colloquialisms.
• Lack of imagination and creative play - such as not enjoying or taking part in role-play games. They may also find it difficult to grapple with abstract ideas. There may be overriding obsessions with objects, interests or routines, which tend to interfere further with building social relationships (this is known as stereotyped or repetitive behaviour).

Well I’m definitely creative and I started speaking at 10 months. So there, Mum. 

I find it funny how those two words basically sum up my existence. I might get stickers made.

By the way

I do not believe that I am autistic

just kind of

antisocial and germaphobic.

I think I may have accidentally led my mother to believe that I’m autistic.

Our conversation went like this:

“You know, somebody asked if I was autistic the other week.”

“Maybe you are.”

Maybe you are.

Mother

You can’t just say things like that

Because you know I will just google for symptoms/traits. 

Y’all should converse with me.
Or like
ask questions about my life
Because it really is fascinating.

There are these girls I know and whenever one of their cult posts a status about a humorous kerfuffle they’ve humourously ended up in they all on mass post comments along the lines of:
“lol! Classic!”
“trust you!”
“classic -insert name here-“

And I just sit here with my book of puns and play scripts like
Wait what
How are you people not crippled by self-loathing and anxiety
How are you so self-congratulating
How do you find so much joy in the world
What do you mean you actually leave the house

On the days I don’t feel like talking, I feel like typing.