@actuallyautistic Hi all #ActuallyAutistic adults over 40, who were late diagnosed like me to share experiences. What's the best thing you did once you knew?
I'd take myself off to a European city for a weekend and not go with anyone. I'd eat at times that worked for me (totally against the norm) and sit in the hotel/apartment for hours to read instead of sightseeing.
Being alone and moving to my own schedule completely away from home is the best way to regulate for me.
Others got mad at my choices but I really felt the benefit.
I've just discovered that A Gentleman in Moscow has been made into a thing for Paramount+.
Originally it was Kenneth Branagh in the main role but now it's Ewan McGregor.
A Gentleman in Moscow is one of the most special and wonderful books I've read so far in my life. Ewan McGregor was my first one true love when I was younger.
I'm not sure how to feel about this but then it's Paramount+ so I can't watch it anyway. Maybe that's for the best.
Hypothetical question about selling houses in the UK:
If my relative was a landlord, they died and I inherited the house with tenants, could I offer the house to the tenants to buy it for £1? So they'd have a place to live, forever owned by them, and I'd be free of it completely.
Is that a thing? What would be the repercussions of attempting to do this?
N.B: my relatives aren't landlords so this isn't an actual thing, it's just a thought experiment I had. #Housing#UK
You might have noticed I'm somewhat obsessed with Groundhog Day the Musical currently playing at the Princess Theatre. Today I learnt that they are selling merch. This was not a thing in the UK production.
So my plea is: is anyone able to and willing to go down to the theatre to buy me some things and then ship it to the UK? I will absolutely pay for it all because yes, I am that sad.
And after baking through the sadness this week and making two batches of blondies (brownies but with white chocolate), tomorrow I'll be making buttermilk scones.
@RickiTarr I can't remember what my ideal self looked like as a child but I know that if Child!Helen could hear about my life now she'd think, "that's fucking awesome."
Except she wouldn't say "fucking" because it wasn't until she was a teen that she felt comfortable using swear words and now says them out loud every fifth word or so 😁
This may be a little weird but where else would it make sense?
Sometimes I walk to my local nature area and sit on a memorial bench. I always sit in the same place and I talk to the person on the plaque.
She would have been a similar age to me but died a few years ago. I know nothing about her other than the days she both entered and left this world, but it feels like spending time with a friend.
Today I went to update her on my job situation. She was there for me the day I quit.
@Mrfunkedude As an adult autistic female, I would also highly recommend reading Untypical by Pete Wharmby, which is written by an autistic person for non-autistic people to help them understand how our brains work sometimes. I think the key is understanding what's overwhelming to your daughter because non-autistic people are often surprised by the extra information we take on board that causes so much extra stress. That way you can spot potential situations easier.
I have a job interview on Tuesday morning for a job I'm very, very qualified for but have to go through a lengthy interview process for all candidates regardless.
They've given us a big document to learn, however I can see multiple mistakes. But as an external candidate I shouldn't know they're wrong because that information is classified.
So if they ask for the correct answer do I say, "it's 1, 2, 3, and 4" or do I say "the book says 1, 2, 3, 4 but actually it's 1, 2, 5, and 6."
I'm at that age where some people look at me and think I'm a young and sprightly 18yo but my bones and joints let me know the day after lots of walking that I'm actually 87yo and need a sit down for the next 4 months.
I think people call this the transition to middle age.
My latest test results show dramatically reduced inflammation, which means no horrible meds, and that quitting my job has saved my health.
A guy at my martial arts class made a young girl cry during class so I literally kicked his arse when it was my turn. In a nice way. Kind of. The instructor was proud of me.
Being home means lower humidity and I no longer look like I've been electrocuted. Normal service has resumed.
