Meeting People

One of the most terrifying things for me is meeting new people. I don’t know what they’ll think of me and whether they’ll accept me. I’ve struggled with trying to fit in for my entire life but recently I decided I’ll never fit in, so why try? I am always scared that when I meet someone new, I will be awkward. I am a very awkward person and I end up talking about weird things. Sometimes, I don’t talk at all. This often happens when I’m at a doctor’s office; my mum will speak for me because I’m unable to. I don’t know when these bouts of silence will happen (it’s usually when someone is authoritative or scary) but I always hope that I’ll be able to speak when it matters. However, sometimes I’m scared that if I speak, I’ll say the wrong thing.

On Monday, I met new people and it was very scary for me because it’s not something I do a lot. Afterwards, I was depressed and anxious because I worried a lot about every single thing I had done. This always happens to me but, after a few days, I get over it and am much happier. I begin to think clearly and realise that I wasn’t so bad after all. I talked to them, quite a bit, and, whilst I might have said some weird things, they didn’t seem to mind. I think so much about myself. Someone pointed out to me that the other people are probably thinking about themselves too so will not judge me. I think this is a good point. I think about myself, so they will think about themselves. We all worry about what we say or do but, in the end, no one else cares.

I think meeting new people is an important part of life and we all do it. I don’t do it very often due to mainly spending time with my mum, as I’m autistic. However, I think that I should try to do more things that are out of my comfort zone. I need to be brave. One day soon, I think I will make a recipe by myself. I usually ask my mum for help but I think I will try and do it all by myself.Β  That’s one thing. Little things can help me gradually become more independent.

Lia

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My Five Minutes of Fame

http://www.worthingherald.co.uk/news/girl-writes-poem-about-having-autism-1-7766168

This article is my five minutes of fame, I think? My local newspaper interviewed me last week and then today the article was published online and I think it might be out in print later this week.

It’s kinda awesome, in a way, apart from the terrible photograph. My dad sent off the poem and then was like “oh, by the way, I just sent off one of your poems to the newspaper” and I was like “oh cool” without thinking much of it, because honestly, I didn’t think they would respond. But they did, and now I’m in the newspaper.

You can read it if you like but, if you’ve seen my Instagram, you will already have read the poem on there. πŸ™‚

100 Followers Q+A [Answers!]

  1. What is your favourite aspect of blogging?Β 
    Really, it’s just the fact that I can get my thoughts out without being judged much. The community here is so strong that I don’t have to worry about what I say much at all. πŸ™‚
  2. What are your top three pieces of advice for blogging?
    1) I would say don’t try and write everyday! If you want to, then that’s fine, but don’t feel like you have to. You don’t. πŸ™‚
    2) Don’t worry about what people will think. It’s your blog; not theirs. Just as long as you understand there are different opinions, you’ll be fine.
    3) Enjoy it and blog for yourself, not anyone else! Make sure that you are blogging because you want to and because you enjoy it, not because others want you to. Again: it’s your blog.
  3. Favourite milkshake flavour? [Vegan ofc]
    Hmm, chocolate, I guess. I still have chocolate vegan milkshakes sometimes. ^-^
  4. Favourite quote?
    I don’t really know but I’d have to go with “imagination is more important than knowledge” by Einstein because imagination rocks. xD
  5. Something you take with you wherever you go? [Except phone]
    Umm, a jumper. I love my jumpers. Also, sunglasses. Even in winter.
  6. Someone on the planet you can’t live without?
    You didn’t say it had to be a person so Diego + Smiler + Pablo. xD
  7. Your favourite pet?
    HOW DARE THEE?! Diego. He’s the only smart one.
  8. As an aspiring creative writer, whom influences you the most in your work?
    Hmm, this is hard. I’d have to say that, although my writing is quite unlike his, I am fascinated by Shakespeare and I guess that a few ideas come from him. Speaking modernly, I like reading Patrick Ness and Scott Westerfeld; they influence me a lot too.
  9. If you were asked to write for any novel/magazine, what would it be and why?
    This is hard, to be honest, but I’d love to write for a writing magazine or a vegan mag — none specifically, but something in my zone of interest. I want to write for The National Student and might apply once I’ve got something worthwhile aha.
  10. In front of you, you are given the choice of a red and blue pill. You can only choose one pill. The red pill grants you an infinite amount of a drink of your choice. The blue pill grants you an infinite amount of a food type of your choice.

    Using your strategic skills, what pill would you choose and why?

    Right, so this doesn’t say that you can’t make the food into a drink so, therefore, the blue pill and potatoes and then I’d drink potato juice. It’ll be a thing, one day… I’ve never tried it but one day, maybe I will…

  11. What was something unexpected that happened after you started blogging (other than gaining 100 followers)?

    I guess I didn’t expect to get any reads at all. I thought it’d be a dead-end blog, so I am really surprised that people have taken to it! I love you guys πŸ™‚

  12. What song do you most connect to and why?
    This is SUCH a hard question, seriously. Why? Why? I guess, one is “Numb” by Linkin Park. There’s a lot though, that’s just one :3
  13. If it was the end of the world, what would you rather do? Eat a stranger (that’s human) or eat your pets?
    Is this even a question? OBVIOUSLY, I would eat the stranger. Easy choice. πŸ˜‰
  14. How are you so awesome?
    You made me awesome. Literally, you wired me up, and made me awesome. I am your creation and am forever in your debt.

    Thank you so much for these questions! I love you guys.
    Any more questions that you wanna know? You can just ask anytime. I’ll reply in the comment! Love you ❀
    Lia

 

My dad

Yesterday, me and my dad had a huge row. He was going on about me snacking, as he often does (I was having some hummus and Pringles), and I was fed up of him always going on about it. Then, he called me fat.

Now, my BMI says I’m in the normal, healthy range and all my friends say I’m a good weight (though they might just be being nice) — but this is my dad. My dad called me fat. My own dad. I was crying and telling him to leave me alone but he wouldn’t even give me space. I’ve suffered with bullying and self-esteem issues a lot in my life and he knows that, yet he continues to obsess over this.

I don’t know what to believe, to be honest; I told my cousin (whom has suffered from an eating disorder for quite a few years now) and she told me he was mad, that he should not be saying that at all, and that it was my body, not his. I love my cousin so much and she always knows what to do to make me feel better. He’s her blood uncle and we’re quite close with her family (even though we can’t see them as much as we’d like due to distance) so I was quite surprised when she was saying that he was in the wrong, considering she’s known him for her entire life (longer than she’s known me, by four years).

I’m really confused now because my mum doesn’t like getting involved (though now she’s arranged a healthy-eating plan, woohoo, even though I don’t snack that much anyway) so I don’t have her opinion on the matter. But my dad thinks I’m overweight and he’s my dad and you believe your dad, you know? More so than statistics, I guess…

I was crying for so long yesterday over this and I don’t know what to think. 😦

Thank you for reading this post,

Lia

The Naughtiest Dog Ever!

So, Pablo had one of his most awful walks today — not meaning that other beings were horrible to him, but that he was being awful himself. He is so naughty. Firstly, a woman had two dogs, who were being very civil and calm, until Pablo starts barking at them. She crosses over, saying “I think this little one is going for my dog” and I say “no-no, he just wants to play” (because he does) and then she says “well, you never know, do you?” and look sat him suspiciously. We then cross and go to the park.

In the park, Pablo makes friends with a few dogs, all of whom are much bigger than him and could eat him in one mouthful. He chases them all around the park. Usually, he will come back to me if he’s too far away, but not today. I have to follow him round the park until, finally, I catch him and attach his lead.

So, we exit the park, and as I’m walking along I see one of my mum’s friends across the road, and she’s talking to someone. She says hi, I say hi, but then the woman she’s talking to goes “oh, that’s the naughty dog!” He’s obviously built up quite a reputation now.

Then, we’re on the final road home, and he barks and lunges at a baby in a pram, and the mother flinches and rushes past us. I’m surprised the baby didn’t cry. Then, an old woman is sorting out her walking frame, and Pablo barks and lunges at her too and she gives him this look of fear. He’s really terrible.

He never wants to hurt anyone; he just wants to love, but he definitely goes about it in the wrong manner! I think Marley has competition, to be honest. Thank you Pablo for making people switch sides of the pavement as soon as they see you, for barking for no reason, for being completely mad. You’re a total nightmare but I love you.

Plus, I can make blog posts about you…

Anyway, thank you for reading this post about my terrible dog,

Let me know what type of posts you want from me,

Lia πŸ™‚