I am Aspergic

Diary

Diary

I will be writing a diary to show you what it is like to have Asperger syndrome, starting on one of my holiday days. Holidays are a change of routine and so they make me stressed and I can't enjoy myself as much.  I will write a couple of holiday entries, just to show you how stressful they can be

Friday 8th June - 2012

Woke up and had cornflakes, I barely finished them because I wasn't hungry. It's too early for food. The weather looks overcast and don't like that. If I want overcast weather, there's plenty of it in Manchester. If I'm honest, I don't enjoy holidays that much, it's a place that I'm not as familiar, sometimes they don't speak English and the food is too different. The change upsets me and it takes me a couple of days to settle in. We're in Majorca at the moment and all there is to eat is 'The taste of Majorca' food that is mostly fish and meat. Not ideal for a vegetarian like me!

We're going to a place called Inca. I don't enjoy going out. I just wanted to stay and swim in the pool. I'm still recovering from yesterday's trip. The road on yesterday's trip was filled with twists and turns and it seemed never ending. I don't understand the point of going out to places on holiday, by going on holiday, you've already gone somewhere! Is there any need to go somewhere, when you already have gone somewhere? I don't really see the point in going to Inca, we don't really have any business there and if there is any beautiful landscapes I will enjoy them for half a second then lose interest. I'm not trying to be really negative, I just don't have much interest in seeing sights. I see the world in such a different way and this is just one example.

We're in the car now to go back to the hotel room. Inca wasn't too bad, I mean there was a very nice vegetarian restaurant. All the foods were homegrown, very healthy. I had the strawberry juice, all proper strawberries. Then I had a wild rice and vegetable starter, a vegetable filled pastry for a main course and chocolate cake for dessert.

The weather was extremely hot and it wasn't so much fun walking a mile to go to a McDonalds just so my brother could have a Happy Meal. I felt I had earned some fries and a coke so it wasn't all disappointment. But then there was the walk back...

I felt quite dizzy on the way back to the car and I felt a bit ill. I don't like disease or illness and I was concerned I was ill. I didn't get much reassurance from my family. Maybe it was just the immense heat.

I'm in the car now. I have no idea what rubbish is playing on the radio, probably just a weakly written Spanish song. The song mainly consists of the world 'bab' repeated over and over. Now a song containing lots of whistling has just come on, this is ridiculous. Having said that, most of the songs I like contain little lyrics.

Going to have tea in the hotel room (yes!) which I think is a lot easier than walking along a huge path, then sitting down, ordering food, waiting for it and waiting for the bill. Then again, the food at restaurants always beats food at the room, but I'd rather have an indoor tea than outdoor tea.

Saturday 9th June

The good news is we're going home today and I can't wait to back to my old routine. The moment I get home, I'm going to say hello to the cats and then watch TV that was recorded when I was away. I was forced to wake up really early to spend the day at a friend's. On the way, we spoke about going to Barbados this Summer. I said that there was no way I would go, I don't want to get stung by a jellyfish, attacked by the various types of shark or catch some foreign disease. I am starting to realise now though that my thought are sometimes irrational and that the risk of these things are low, but it still worries me. I said to my mum I needed to recover for a year before going on holiday again. In the meantime, I'll have to lie in a very quiet and dark room.