Autism and the Brexit Crisis.
July 5, 2016 § 11 Comments
Image by Philip King.
It’s been a few days since the majority vote against staying in the EU rocked the UK, and I’ve been observing what one autistic person does when her country goes into meltdown.
Amidst the shock and subsequent grief reaction, the thought that our entire political system and the fabric of our society has been held together with sticky tape. One vote and snap. It’s gone. Wizard of Oz, curtain. Pff!
The autistic person is me. I have spent the time between then and now, or so it seems to me, floating above myself.
Unusually busy, the first shocks hit and washed by turns. Work worked as a distraction and then it didn’t. Watching the internet became a second job – a rubber necker’s grizzly feast. The grim spectacle of the nation’s engine imploding. Where to look? How to keep up?
Tears at the ugly beast unleashed. Our species at it’s worst and best.
I have read every opinion piece worth reading, and many not worth reading at all. We’ve seen our politicians naked, their public defecations smeared in print. Elected hooligans running amok, barbs for real in a back stabber’s paradise of lightening thrusts.
What japes boys!
They sought to blind us from their epic folly with a political killing frenzy? No, most probably it was their greed fuelled ambition which proved incendiary once the Brexit touch paper caught.
And then I watched as one by one the rats left the keeling ship. Undone by their own backward foot steps. Yellow as custard.
So how am I doing? I’m too strung out. How are all the other autistic’s doing I wonder.