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Our journey of autism from diagnosis to present. Funny, tearful and lots of swearing out loud

I’ve heard countless stories over the years of autistic children who really seem to struggle over Christmas and their parents have to adapt every single typical festive activity or even omit it completely. For Joseph, as Christmas approaches, we’ve never experienced him upset but he has never seemed to grasp the Christmas concept and I guess has been somewhat indifferent to the whole event. I’ve been accused on many occasions of being a Christmas Grinch but the truth is, I did once love Christmas…at Christmas (not to be confused with someone who has wanted to start celebrating 4-6 weeks before). No Christmas”, he’s gone as far as saying “Christmas is bad”,

My Garmin said I had done over 11.5 miles but I hadn’t seen the 11 mile marker so thought that it wasn’t just me that was fucked, so was the Garmin. Why don’t I just accept that completing the run in itself is an achievement. Believe it or not, I don’t usually have that many thoughts running through my head when I’m running. Was it because I wasn’t match fit, it wasn’t my day or have I reached the peak of my ability?

I haven’t had the time, inclination OR the energy to train for such a run, yet last year I decided it was something I needed to do. It wasn’t part of the pre-run ritual and I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I wasn’t going to get caught out with that; it wasn’t part of The Plan. This wasn’t part of the pre-run ritual or The Plan.