Somewhat housebound and tongue tied currently I emailed a local Autism support charity(?)
Set up by locals for support in the area and in receipt of lottery funding
BUT
primarily for the support of families with children on the spectrum.
I am feeling a little lost on the”How to ...” side of things so I figured if anyone would know, this local support charity who live, eat, sleep and breath Autism may know who I should approach or what research I can do to help myself locally.
The National Autistic Society are offering a two day course in London about women on the spectrum in the work place with hints and tips about when and how to disclose amongst other things.
I need a job to have the income to spend on a course I think will help me get and keep a job?!
...and travel, accommodation and food and fluid costs.
Would anyone like to buy one preloved kidney?
Anyway,
I received an email from my initial enquiry to this local organisation asking me to email him my phone number so he could call me.
I’m thinking ‘hell no’
I get one shot at someone actually listening to me (outside of this site)
I have to be as succinct as is possible in order to get specific information and waste neither his or my own time so that I might move forward from ‘here’
(Maybe he has some guidance, maybe he doesn’t? Unless I’m succinct neither of us will know)
Me on a telephone is not the way to go about this.
My mind hit the panic button and I emailed back suggesting alternative methods of communication and have spent about 40 minutes in a quandary questioning how my response will be taken.
(Not wanting to waste this opportunity)
I’m getting on my own nerves speculating, guessing at the reaction of another, worrying about whether or not I’ve done the right thing.
Not conducive for sleep at two am.
I’m attending a funeral service in several hours. I have to be there.
I don’t want to attend feeling ‘jet lagged’ resulting in a faulty filter.
Especially not at a funeral.
Perhaps going for a silent, dignified, mournful approach will work.
Head bowed, silent, head nodding in acknowledgment of others and hope with all hope nobody asks me anything... I don’t trust what comes out of my head when I’m exhausted.
Set up by locals for support in the area and in receipt of lottery funding
BUT
primarily for the support of families with children on the spectrum.
I am feeling a little lost on the”How to ...” side of things so I figured if anyone would know, this local support charity who live, eat, sleep and breath Autism may know who I should approach or what research I can do to help myself locally.
The National Autistic Society are offering a two day course in London about women on the spectrum in the work place with hints and tips about when and how to disclose amongst other things.
I need a job to have the income to spend on a course I think will help me get and keep a job?!
...and travel, accommodation and food and fluid costs.
Would anyone like to buy one preloved kidney?
Anyway,
I received an email from my initial enquiry to this local organisation asking me to email him my phone number so he could call me.
I’m thinking ‘hell no’
I get one shot at someone actually listening to me (outside of this site)
I have to be as succinct as is possible in order to get specific information and waste neither his or my own time so that I might move forward from ‘here’
(Maybe he has some guidance, maybe he doesn’t? Unless I’m succinct neither of us will know)
Me on a telephone is not the way to go about this.
My mind hit the panic button and I emailed back suggesting alternative methods of communication and have spent about 40 minutes in a quandary questioning how my response will be taken.
(Not wanting to waste this opportunity)
I’m getting on my own nerves speculating, guessing at the reaction of another, worrying about whether or not I’ve done the right thing.
Not conducive for sleep at two am.
I’m attending a funeral service in several hours. I have to be there.
I don’t want to attend feeling ‘jet lagged’ resulting in a faulty filter.
Especially not at a funeral.
Perhaps going for a silent, dignified, mournful approach will work.
Head bowed, silent, head nodding in acknowledgment of others and hope with all hope nobody asks me anything... I don’t trust what comes out of my head when I’m exhausted.
