Published on 12, July, 2020
I’m most probably just venting, the Spector of the Sunday roast looms most weeks. I personally find the Whole experience really daunting. The morning has the prep for something I don’t want to eat. I then tend to spend most of the afternoon cooking a meat that I really can’t tolerate, the smallest amount of fat makes me gag. The childhood thing of the forced roast is a horrible memory.
I get told off for being controlling and making ‘this autism thing, all about me’. I would rather have an omelette for dinner, done in 10 minutes . I’ve been quiet for 50 years, right from childhood, I’m only 2 years in from realising I’m autistic and can’t keep quiet anymore. Food to me is a minefield or a mindfield My youngest son was asked today if he wanted roast, his answer was no, I hate it, I’m going out with my girlfriend for a Chinese meal, he doesn’t get told off. I get that I should try to fit in. It sounds weird but my autistic behaviour is something I can’t stop, it’s like finally realising who I am. To me the realisation of autism has been like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I know that’s a terrible cliche. Sorry just venting.
I adore nothing more than a good, proper Sunday roast. But I tend to find that doing it all just for me is a bit of a waste and feels a bit greedy. So I like to eat it at a good pub, or if someone else is making it.
it sounds like someone is making you do this and that isn't fair. They can make their own roast if that's what they want, rather than you slaving away all day at something you don't even want!