5 April 2017☀️
I woke up this morning and find myself in my favourite place on earth!
This will be a perfect day to hang out with my best mates. I just need to go find them in one of my favourite hangout place.
Someone once told me books are the best friends you could ever have and how true this is! Well, books and cats… and music… and nature. I could spend the entire afternoon here but I have a better idea. Before that, I just have to grab a cup of tea and a slice of heavenly strawberry-watermelon cake from my favourite cafe.
With my best companions, we head out to the perfect picnic spot and lay upon the grass where we spend the afternoon in sweet serenity.
The day gets even better when my furry friend decides to show up after a nap! I ❤️ 😻
MEANWHILE, IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE IN BLAH BLAH LAND,
This morning I woke up to a lovely post by Aspergreatness-Liberty of Thinking on escapism, referring to one of Samantha Craft’s Asperger’s Ten Traits, which I couldn’t relate more. I might not survive if not for this imagined land I created for myself. I haven’t been out for 7 days. Today, I needed to plan my great escape, not from the confines of my room but an escape from the outside world which I was about to face. A sense of dreariness overcame me when I learn that the supermarket won’t deliver to my place (no direct access via vehicle). I felt like being thrown back into the boxing ring for a match I wasn’t prepared for. My hands were shaking from the thought of last week’s incidence and my heart thumping so loud I had to turn on the noise-cancelling function of my headphone to drown it out. I need an escape more than ever.
TRAVELLING BETWEEN TWO PARALLEL UNIVERSE
“The search is for a different world, in the past, present or future, that is an alternative to the world experienced by the person with Asperger’s syndrome, whose real life is often associated with a lack of success with social integration and friendships.” Tony Attwood on the creation of an alternative world in The Complete Guide to Asperger’s Syndrome
There isn’t a single day where I haven’t thought about leaving this place, unless I’m travelling. When my body isn’t wandering, my mind wanders heart and soul, it is anywhere but here. In my Wanderland, I only hear the sound of nature, my favourite music and the cat. I see wide blue skies and vast green space. I smell the grass, fresh food and the pages of my book. If a wandering mind is a sign that I’m not where I should be, will my mind ever stop wandering?