Grief On The Autistic Spectrum

The first time human grief really struck was when my grandad died and it was mind numbing.I would spend days in a complete trance will the world idly going about it busy frantic existence.See then I wasn’t diagnosed and I look back and can see I had total sensory overload.Threw in the complexity of family politics and you’ve hit the proverbial nail on the head. I’ve a very small family on my mothers side and on my other side well that really doesn’t warrant my time talking about .

I would describe grief as an autistic as swimming in glue with a sense of practicality.And I’ve just hit my third gluey patch of grief in as many years And they’re right time is a healer but you’re left with a hole in your life that you tissue paper over.

And I have thought long and hard on this and I’m going to seek counselling, I’ve got other issues cracking off with regards to not only my cousin dying recently but my situation with my mother has reared it’s head again.

Mental health is a ticking time bomb with care in the community that needs to be addressed .To often it is family and friends that are left to deal with the fall out pulling further on resources of an already stretched NHS.

But I have hope for a world without hope is not the correct world.

I refuse to be a kangaroo and bounce around the place aimlessly, what I do has to have real meaning and context.I have put my foot down with regards to my mother situation and time will tell if that ever works out .I have a life to lead and learn about and I fully intend to do that.