Published on 12, July, 2020
My 'diet' is madness. I'm so disorganised, and can't make decisions easily, that even this uncomplicated list of available food items presents many dilemmas:
Mixed veg (bowl)
2 satsumas
Pack of apple slices
Fat-free, sugar-free, yoghurt-free, born-three yoghurt
I don't know whether to eat all, some, or none in a day. Or in which order. And I panic, unnecessarily, that I might cross the dreaded threshold of over 300 calories. So, arranging a day's menu is an adventure in anarchy, indecision and confusion. I don't even need to diet...
I always thought that autists were very controlled people who organised their activities as much as possible. Yet, despite my routine anarchy, my pre-assessment application form apparently contained more red flags than Stalin's shed.
*Anyway, are you organised or disorganised in your daily life?*
I'm very organised, but my family are pathologically messy. As a result, I have lots of internalised anger, that occasionally escapes. Ideally, I would like a separate house, which would be ordered and serene. I would visit the family home, but they would be banned from mine.
That’s autistic utopia.
Autopia