A passion, stolen

As a kid, most of my spare time was spent drawing. It was my earliest passion. I was no savant. But I suppose, on reflection, I did have at least some innate "gift". The people I colourfully produced aged just three, in bright felt tip, were anatomically correct (in as much as having, for example, … Continue reading A passion, stolen

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Why I “can’t possibly be Autistic”, Reason #1: I don’t do ‘geek’ right

A selection of CDs, part of a larger collection

A couple of months ago, I was indulging in one of my kitchen disco sessions. The husband's preference is to select individual tracks to listen to, whereas I tend to go for full albums (I'll explain why in due course). I had The Clash's London Calling playing whilst cooking. Hubby asked me the name of the … Continue reading Why I “can’t possibly be Autistic”, Reason #1: I don’t do ‘geek’ right