Winging It!

Today I look like I have a severe reaction to life with my favourite t shirt on.  Its says in massive letters 'I'd rather hang with my dog'. So, this is where I am up to with figuring things out.  What happens next? The best way I can explain it is to give it a foundation.................... .. I do not go to the hairdresser.  I have always cut, coloured, shaved my own hair.  Just the thought of having to sit in a chair, look at myself in a giant mirror, have a stranger touching me whilst someone trying to chit chat with me is pretty much the Antichrist. In my brain I have been thinking, "If I find out what is wrong with me and why I act certain ways, I can fix it". So I have my diagnosis - check! All is going super at this point, everything should be great. Now I am slowly realising that I still can't go to the hairdressers. Does that make sense? I think that sums up where I am at the moment.  I want to be able to embrace my autism. I am trying to be more 

'I am different , not less .' Temple Grandin A little introduction and a hello from me. What to say?  My name is Sarah and I am 37 years old.  I live in the North West of England and wanted a place to share my story. Having been diagnosed with autism as an adult, I wanted to share my experiences, trials and tribulations and of course the down right funny! So, you are thinking “If I keep reading, what’s in it for me?” " What journey will you take me on?" I want you to feel you are not alone,  I want to invite you all to the virtual party.   

  Where to begin?  Unlike most stories this will start at an end.   For you as a reader the logical pattern would be beginning, middle and end, however this story is illogical.  The way I see the world is different. I have come to realise that in life there is no right and wrong, it’s about following your path and finding your own way. The words that started me on this particular path were delivered in a clinical setting by a professional I have never met before. I cannot tell you what she looked like, the only image I can recall from this important meeting was that she had an eye-catching pair of high heels on.  No, I do not suffer with oniomania, shoes are the first part of a person I look at. I promise this will become clearer! Back to the professional with great shoes……...I was faced with two realities.  In my mind both were unfavourable. Both outcomes made me think of the expression ‘Hobsons Choice’.   Thomas Hobson owned a stable of horses in Cambridge. Hobson often rented horses