Daily Prompt: Millions


Today is another day that so far I have wasted so many minutes and seconds worrying about things that may or may not happen. They probably will because it seems my life is this way…..

Arguing with my so say best friend seems to be the favourite waste of precious energy and breeds ……nothing.

Stressing over things that may or may not happen are up there in that ‘nothing’  list of wasted time and energy……

I awoke in the small hours and was awake for hours worrying and trying to work out this or that and for what….nothing….

I have to let go of this meaningless and needless need to plan, control and work out strategies…..as it serves ‘nothing’.

….and it wastes millions of precious seconds of time that could of been used in enhancing the world I participate in and one thing in particular…..

…… Love !




I dreamt I was in a house with my good friend…..I was upstairs and he was downstairs…..A friend of his turned up and he began to drink alcohol with him…..and they were laughing together…. Then other people started turning up at the house, unbeknownst to me…..and a party started happening….My friend had organised it…. These were people I had never heard of or seen before but they were all friends of my good friend and he was happy and kissing and hugging everyone as they came in.

Someone arrived with food and a cooker, a professional and food started to be cooked, my friend was so happy and laughing and joking and being really sociable with everyone…. At one point my daughter arrived and she hopped on the bed with my friend…..they were cosily chatting to each other and laughing…..I got upset but I was ignored….there were other people on this bed with them, there wasn’t anything untoward going on with My daughter and My friend, it was just fun….but I felt upset… Another thing that happened was a lady came in who was very familiar to myfriend and they started kissing…..in a lovers kind of way and I did get upset at that and said something and my friend just said…..it doesn’t mean anything, she and I have known each other for years and its what we always do when we are with each other…..

I left but the fun went on before I left….my friend was having a great time as were his friends and I couldn’t join in because I was ill and my friend hadn’t told me anything about the party happening anyway.

The next day When I spoke to my friend, all he said was that my daughter got home ok, the people who came to do the catering dropped her off…so alls well there……..

and I woke up….

My feelings when I woke were of insecuirity and wanting to talk to someone to explore the dream as felt it meant a huge amount.

I know my friend and I haven’t seen each other this week, we have spoken on the phone every day and he has sounded very happy without me and I did ask him because he sounded so happy and he said yes he was happy and I asked why and he said I suppose its because I am free wheeling and doing exactly what I want to do….(which made me feel sad that he was far happier without me)

My friend isn’t a party person….he is awkward in social settings, he wouldnt choose to go and certainly wouldn’t instigate a party….but he is very clumsy with folk, me especially…..he puts his foot in it by being brutally honest and tactless and this is why I’m exploring the Autism angle….as I know  my friend to be a good person but he hurt s me frequently with his way of being and I need to protect myself……


I have recently discovered, again, that my lover, friend and partner in all things is on the Autistic spectrum…..

He and I have talked about this before but he dismissed it, but again it is there, staring me in the face…..it explains everything….how he is..

And so for me, I have to come to terms with this revelation….alone too as he will not take it on board……

All I  want to do is  understand, not to judge or blame, but understand…..if that makes sense.

The closer we became, the more he became the other ‘him’, the man who doesn’t appear to care for me……

He would leave me without his help or support or care and not show me love (im a poorly person) but absorb himself in his books, or working….anything really other than feelings….and the stress when he found something he couldn’t do, workwise or he couldn’t find. was completely excessive…..moody, frustrated, lashing out….(yes, it is frightening too)…becoming easily angered and stressed….but mostly absent in his own head and stressed, distressed and angry and taking it out on me, only in the sense that he expressed his frustration and anger at me…….and  its hard being around all that stress,( particularly when I have my own problems and try very hard not to take my crap out on him by keeping myself ok)…..its everyone elses problem, fault etc etc…to him…. I couldn’t get close to him, he  just wanted to rant about whatever had got him so stressed and couldn’t  drop it, whatever I tried to say to help……he would stay completely focused on it until he found some resolve for himself… the longest period was 10 days over a video he couldn’t get to work……and all of this upset me greatly and I would try to talk to him to say how it was….but that just made things worse, for me anyway as then I was stuck in my feelings, overwhelmed, without him and not understanding and distressed and he would withdraw more…..

Then it came to me on Monday, again…..

Autism…..or rather Aspergers,  because its a spectrum and he is a high functioning Aspie….apparently……

……..and so began my exploration into it all again and I did online tests for myself and then on behalf of him…..and low and behold….there he is….a very high score indeed……..

What I just thought were  oddities in how he was, turn out to be autistic traits….. Its to do with how the brain is wired…….not something to be fixed, just worked with and understood…………He is that way because of his brain wiring, not because he lacks, care, empathy or love, its how he manages himself, his life, because of how is brain is wired…….hes adapted……. its how reality really is, to him…… He has learned to manage life, but close relationships have always been a mine field to him…..(he is 72) and I know he will never be any different to how he is now, no matter how much we talk about it and I try to get him to understand how his behaviour hurts me…and we have talked at length, believe me…….Its as it is….

He ‘can’ never accept that there is something amiss with him, that he is at all Autistic….that would make him ‘wrong’ in his mind…..so, what to do……I have no idea, im just writing it here to lessen the load in my mind.

People high on the spectrum just do not have the ability to think as neuro typicals do (the technical term, for so say normal folk)….and that sounds harsh I know, but this is all new to me and I am expressing my thoughts on here……..

Ive been involved with him for 5 years and its been so very very difficult….and I,  a lot of the time believed all our problems to be me, but not so now…..but its not about blame, but understanding….that’s all ive ever wanted to do, to understand how he can be so uncaring and unloving one minute then when he gets how he is behaving, he is the most wonderful giving and loving man in the world……..which is who he was when we first met……but that was bound to be the way because of how he is….when something is new…..he is completely absorbed, then it becomes the norm  and he is on to the next thing which absorbes him completely and neglects me…..which is the pattern……but to get to the loving bit now, we have to go through torment first because its the only way he is able to pay real heartfelt attention to me, when iv spoken to him directly, usually upset that he is neglecting me and then he focuses on me for a time and then hes  gone again…..(I sound like a real needy person…which in some ways I guess I am…I want to be the centre of his world as he is mine……..I understand myself, to some degree and know what I need and not need but I want to deal with the reality of how things are, not a made up story…..)


….and finally, the PENNY dropped……..sadly, for me….and for him……






a meaningful dream…..

Last night I had a dream…..about my good friend whom iv written about before……and about myself..

I was at some kind of boot sale and was in a powered wheelchair but a green one……mooching around, with a couple, who they were I don’t know….

I was minding my own business looking at something on a stall when a man from behind the stall started speaking to me…..saying how beautiful and radiant I looked, my lips looked really lovely and blush and natural looking and my hair was beautiful too….. Then he asked if he could kiss my cheek as he really wanted too………it seemed ok to let him, so  he leaned over and kissed my cheek and thanked me….. My reaction was to feel it was all perfectly ok and natural………I looked around and the people close by to him didn’t seem to think anything unusual was happening.

There had been several other glances my way by people, admiring glances….. but I didn’t think anything of it…….All was ok with me, just being out at a boot sale, so happy to be out (cos I don’t get out often) and I think that happiness radiated out….and it was a very dark and bleak place and the people seemed that way too….stressed, harried, dark and in their own heads…..but I was bright, happy and light……..

Later I was coming back through the crowd and  my power chair got stuck and I had to walk a little way…..and I saw my good friend, curled up on these comfy armchairs that were lining the wall…..lots and lots of people milling around, so I went over to him and asked if he would help me to get my chair unstuck, but he just looked up at me with a blank expression and irritation……..then he just curled himself up even more and looked back at his book without  saying anything……….I asked him again and he looked up again, but he wouldn’t stop reading and just completely  ignored me and looked back at his book…………

…..then I woke up……it was a bitter sweet dream, I feel…..

I will reflect on this, it has real meaning I think…..


….my child, my life….

….this will be very difficult to write…..to open my heart….

My son has mental health problems……since his teens, dabbling in cannabis and other stuff no doubt….His brain was still developing, so the shrink said and caused…..malfunction for want of a better and more accurate description.

He became mentally challenged….(a kind way of putting it)….In all the ways you wouldn’t want a human to be, he became…..for their sake I mean….not only mine.

From the outgoing and carefree kid he was when growing up to be paranoid, not trusting anyone and withdrawing from the world….so so anxious….It was cruel and so heart breaking…

….several weeks ago he tried to take his life…..again….

I broke down…..I cannot comprehend losing my son…..I love him so…but I cannot make him want to live…..so, I had to withdraw…..All the advice I was given said I had too, but it was one of the hardest things iv had to do in my life………but for my own sanity and also because he needs to seek help from professionals, not only me…..(cos we are close, or were)…..and needs to learn to trust others, that when he needs the support he can ask for it and it will be there….I hope….because I am not strong enough now to be his main support, when things go wrong for him……..he needs others, as do I….as do we all….!




…..compassion needed…..

So, here I am again,  exploring my soul and writing…..

I had an argument with my best friend yesterday, he doesn’t understand how he is…..that he is missing in action….he is just angry at me for saying what I say about how things have changed between us…..to his mind, nothing has changed….but in fact when I rang him last week to share my feelings on something….he got overwhelmed and blamed me…..and did so for several days….causing me to feel confused and wondering whats what….

I know my good friend really well….to begin with years ago we were in a relationship….I loved him deeply….we were good together and then he started working…..he became, distant, aloof, not talking atall…..moody and irritable….and of course this caused all sorts of problems….  We have come a long way since then…..we are no longer lovers….just friends….

Having battled over the years he now realises he is a loner and cannot commit to another human…..he has to be free……which at times has torn my heart out…..!!! But we have come through it all and are still good friends, but know there are ‘limits’ for us both, as now im not willing to have an intimate relationship with someone because it is too demanding in all manner of ways and yes I know, it has wonderful upsides too….but I am too sick to give all that a committed intimate relationships needs….

So, here we are…….limping along….dragging historical baggage along with us…..and I know that now he is working hard….he cannot give the care and attention to me/us that that he gives to growing his veg and the work and commitment and attention that needs…..and that is a fact….!




so I will paint….

I will focus my mind of the world of watercolour…..letting it flow as it will….and see where that takes my soul…..