Here in the village the couple were anti-church, one of their family
and one of them had had hell from the Church of England and they were
disgusted with the church, this startled me, because despite my own bad
experiences I was still very much pro-church. But I had tremendous
respect for this couple, they had both lost their spouses from cancer at
the same hospital at the same time, had comforted each other and had
married, between them they had six children, and what I admire most was
that the woman's four children were adopted siblings, all badly abused, she
and her first husband had adopted all four in order to keep them
together, had worked with them through their problems and disabilities
and raised four children who despite having problems, all went on to
lead lives of their own, I have profound respect for her for this.
So the lady almost understood problems, and was inordinately patient with me as I
had grown more disturbed from my continued problems, and her
husband was also extremely patient with me, they were patient
with my lack of money as well, the college hardship fund started
subsidising my rent, but between petrol and creditors, my money tended
to be gone before I got it, but I managed to keep up the rent payments.
I
had trouble eating sometimes, they were puzzled by this, but learned
that I could not usually eat a big meal and kept to simple food, the
great thing about their house was that there was limitless cups of tea,
and I could make a pot, I loved to hurtle home from college, make a big
pot of tea, and put my favourite programme on TV ‘My parents are aliens’
on, and if you ever want a deep insight into what it is like to be high
functioning autistic, then watch that programme, it also gives you an
insight into some of my humour. After watching TV for a bit, I would
head back to college for library study and planning to travel the world.
I
liked the couple I lived with, but had almost nothing in common with them, they
loved animals though, and being busy with volunteer work, which helped,
they had a dog and a cat when I arrived, and got a mad puppy when I was
there, they religiously took the dogs to kennel club training, and the
cat would come and curl up with me as I watched telly, and I loved that.
I
loved college as well, it was far too stressful, but I loved it, I was
not one of the most able students, but I got some very good grades, I
was the quietest student and found the social side of college very hard,
and was glad that it was a very small college compared to the one in Hampshire,
that helped, sometimes I made the effort to go with the other students
and hang out in the hostels but I wasn’t really interested, they just
sat around and talked about drunken binges and computer games and TV
shows, when if I was on my own at break I would have been walking by the
beautiful lake and getting a hot drink and a snack, I would have been
in the library or on the farm, try as I did, I could not bring purpose
to hanging out with the other students.
And that is how it has been and
is in my life, the more I try to be a social person, the more tired and
hopeless and lost I feel, alone I am efficient, I carry out necessary
routines, I sit alone and read, I listen to music and I escape the
hopeless tennis games of conversation, but I made a big concerted effort
at college, I didn’t want to repeat my life at the old college, so I
went out for a few drinks with the others, didn’t enjoy it, went bowling
with one of my fellow students and spent time with her and enjoyed
that, went to the pub and played pool with landlady's daughter and her
spouse several times, and enjoyed that but panicked a lot each time.
Back
to the grim Lihou and finance issues, Jill and George decided they
would come and see me, and I wondered if I really wanted that, but I
agreed, they were coming for the whole of my day off, despite the
problems we were having.
Just to mention, my toy Lion, Joj, was not named after George, not sure why that is written here but I may as well include it.
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