Welcome to Diary of an Aspie.
Watch this space, as I have kept a diary for over 30 years, and have decided to publish it in chronological order.
Find out the everyday struggles of someone on the autistic spectrum. As the diary begins when I was in my teens, there are a lot of embarrassing and entertaining entries.
Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I despair when reading my old diary posts. Sometimes they make no sense at all, but if I can still remember the incident now, I will attempt to elaborate on what actually happened more clearly. I will also make notes of how I now view what happened and my behaviour at the time. I have done and said lots of things I would not say and do now, so this is probably going to be cringeworthy for me. But I think it will help others on the spectrum.
Despite my average day being rather boring, I have had my scary and crazy moments. A few subjects I have written about, to whet your appetite (although a lot may not happen for a long time, and not all have happened directly to myself) include:
- Bullying
- Theft
- Adoption
- Prostitution
- Drug Dealing
- Arrested when guilty
- Arrested when innocent
- Falsely convicted
- Isolation
- Humour
- Depression
- Bitchiness
- LOTS of swearing
- LOTS of disasters
- Stalking
- Several colleges
- Anxiety
- Delusions of grandeur
- Many different homes
- Oubursts
- Incest
- Confused sexuality
- Insurance scams
- Obsessions
- OCD
- Groupies
- Child Abuse
- Being fired a lot
And that was just one week! 😉
If you can put up with the meticulously boring details of very poor sleep patterns, then hopefully you will be rewarded with the more entertaining aspects of my diary entries.
I never planned to publish my diaries; they were only ever for myself to look back on, so I never held back. I have always been 100% honest. If someone upset me, I wrote down everything I was feeling. And sometimes it would be raw rage. When I was very upset and angry, I would take several pages to do so (I would fill in the empty NOTES pages at the back of the diaries with corresponding dates). And then I would let rip and go to town on whoever I felt had wronged me. PLENTY of capital letters. Plenty of underlined text and abusive overuse of the exclamation point!!!! What can I say? I’m an emotional person.
So to protect the innocent (and the no-so-innocent), I have changed the names of some people in my diary, because some of my current friends and family have hurt me in the past, and there have been times when I have not been very kind about them in my old diaries. I no longer feel that way, but I also don’t think these entries should be omitted, because that will produce a censored, sanitised version of my life. The times when I had the strongest feelings were some of the most important times in my life. Retrospectively, they are also some of the most poignant and entertaining.