When you read this, I want you to imagine each new paragraph is competing with the end of the last, like you are trying your best to read it all as fast as possible.
That is the closest I can get to helping you even attempt to imagine what my autistic brain is like.
Humming in the background, fridges and coolers – invade my forethought. I struggle to concentrate. My ASD is twitchy today.
A squeaky Chinese voice talking fast on the phone… mixed with a strong nasal American accent behind me: a male talking about commute times.
The general humdrum chit chat all becomes louder. A mixture of voices – several conversations at once, competing with my brain like kids all shouting at once for attention.
Every now and then, a cool breeze from the air con, and scraping of feet from Jandals on the concrete floor.
Clattering of plates, kitchen sounds, a table of islanders with their weird peculiar lily to their voices.
Scraping of chairs, one group of voices gets quieter, they are leaving. This just draws my attention to the even louder female voices outside.
And back to the islanders lilt, it almost sounds like a foreign language, maybe it is, I’m trying my best to block it all out.
