I was talking to
factgirl on
#everything last night
about her
autistic son. She wrote a beautiful, funny, sad
node about it,
three-year-old boys are usually not very interesting people.
My brother has
Asperger's syndrome (a mild form of autism)
so I can empathise with how
factgirl is feeling and I also
have some idea of the
problems that factgirl's young lad will encounter later in life.
Plenty.
Anyhow, I think I'm inspired to try and write something about this
myself but to be truthful just thinking about it feels like a crushing
weight pressing down on me. Although I have my
own problems I still spend a lot of
time and emotional energy worrying about my brother. I feel very close
to him even though he can't really reciprocate this.
Lighten up Noether!
It's a beautful English summer day outside and although I'm
a bit knackered after mowing the lawn this morning I think I'll head out
to the park this afternoon and read a little more of The Snow Leopard
which is wonderful.
My great alphabetical CD listening project is proceeding apace,
Bauhaus,Beethoven and Bjork are but a distant memory and it's
on to Tracy Chapman
I've got my ticket
I think I'm going to use it
I think I'm going to fly away
Good plan!
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