Here comes summer

Entry number 999

A properly warm, gentle day today. And very welcome it was too. Richard took Tess for a surf at Putsborough this evening.

My autistic brain is shutting down and doesn't want to communicate anymore. Every little noise is massive and overwhelming tonight and I'm struggling to type anything about my day.

I've been sitting here for a long time trying to do this but I should have just given up ages ago.
Richard's fallen asleep on the sofa and his breathing sounds like Darth Vada. Earlier the sound of a neighbour's lawnmower was too much for me and I longed to find some silence. Someone else was revving an engine and I longed to shout 'Is that completely necessary?!' The sounds of some types of engines feel like a physical affront and I find myself wishing I could make people understand how much their noises upset me.

It's good to be armed now with some kind of explanation of why I feel like this, and I can see that the events of the last few days have taken a lot out of me.

So sleep would be a good idea.

I wrote this earlier: Zoom in - it's basically about noticing details.