Today, I got back from my holiday in Australia (apologies, didn't tell any of you I was there, I don't think). The plane had some classic films on it, such as Ghostbusters, Fight Club and Scarface, but if you're autistic, planes are generally the perfect place for a sensory overload. Nothing against the airline, they evidently strive to provide every passenger a safe and pleasant flight and they give us that abundantly, but there are some aspects of a plane that I can't stand.
The first thing is attempting to sleep on a plane. You fucking can't. The blankets they give you are about the size of doormats and, with the amount of air conditioning inside the plane, they don't really keep you insulated to the extend you'd like. And the pillows are fucking tiny, which is also a hindrance. The beds aren't overly comfortable either, in fact, they aren't really beds, strictly speaking. You just press a button to get your seat to fold horizontally.
The food on a plane, and this, along with all the other things I've listed, is merely a matter of both personal opinion and being autistic, isn't overly brilliant either. I've never been too big on all these dishes with names I can't even pronounce. I know I sound like every child in a posh restaurant, but I generally go with what I'm most familiar with, which is generally the simplest thing on the menu (I often scan it until I see something I can both spell and pronounce).
But, I feel it important to stress this. This is nothing to do with the airline themselves. All of this is just a matter of my own involuntary struggles and opinion, and I greatly enjoyed my flights to and from Australia. I'll end this with how I usually end a lot of similar posts I've made on here - do you relate to any of these?
