Let’s talk about Autism.

Yes, my boyfriend is autistic. And he is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful person I have met. Unfortunately he was told throughout his life that he would never be anything, that he would struggle with every aspect of normal life. He was bullied in every school he went to, punched, kicked, spat on. Every single day. Even writing this makes me so damn angry. The school did nothing, not even when he was set on fire on the day of his final English GCSE. Yet they managed to find the time to yell at him for being late to his exam. Now I know the schools nowadays are so much better at helping those with autism, but there are still so many people who don’t understand.

The reason I decided to write this post now was a conversation I had with a family friend. She asked how my boyfriend was and I mentioned he had autism. She seemed so shocked that I would even consider dating someone with this condition. Before I go on I want to mention that I have been lucky and managed to get good grades in school and am predicted to get top grades at college, and therefore I was offered a scholarship for University. The woman I spoke to could not believe that such a “gifted young lady” would want to be in a relationship with someone “with, let’s face it, no future”. How fucking dare she. My boyfriend has the potential to be anything he damn well wants to be. He wants to be an astronaut? I’ll ring up NASA right now. He wants to be an Olympic Champion? I’ve got a stopwatch he can borrow. He wants to be Doctor Who? That’s great, bow ties are cool. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I will support him in everything he does, because he deserves happiness. No one has the right to tell him, or anyone for that matter, that they have no future.

I have been with my boyfriend for a while now, and we’ve been there for each other in the best times and the worst and I have loved him throughout. Don’t get me wrong, he can drive me crazy sometimes and there’s been times where I didn’t know if we were going to make it. But we got through it, and I wouldn’t change him for the world.

The perfect day.

Things have been rough for the past few months, and unfortunately depression is not something you can cure by swallowing some aspirin. But I’m getting there. I want to thank my amazing boyfriend and his family for making me forget for a little while. We sat in front of the fire (an actual real fireplace!) watching Game of Thrones, eating homemade pizza, with Chubs (our very fat cat). I could almost convince myself I was in a Cecelia Ahern novel! I just needed 24 hours where I wasn’t surrounded by people giving me “advice”. For me, that’s the worst thing about depression- getting advice from those who have never had it. No, I’m not just having a bad day, and no I can’t just get over it, and saying I just want attention isn’t helpful thank you very much. For those of you who are fighting depression, keep going! Try and surround yourself with people who help you, and don’t listen to the ones who put you down. You’ll have good days and you’ll have bad, but as you start to get control again the good days will start to outnumber the bad ones. You are not alone.