Thursday 19 October 2017

Not-living and living



‘Why can’t I live on my own?’ I said to Frog. ‘It would be so much easier.’
    I’d been watching Chris Packham’s documentary about his Asperger’s and envied him his ordered solitary life, just him and nature and a clutter-free house.
    ‘Because you’d turn into a crabby old ratbag,’ said Frog.
    ‘Aren’t I that already?’ I said. ‘Anyway, why does it matter?’
    ‘We’d both be a disaster if we lived on our own,’ said Frog, trying another tack. 'We need each other in order to be human.'
    ‘Why do we need to be human?’ I asked.
Frog sighed. ‘Sometimes you just have to trust.’
    ‘You mean, that’s what we’re here for even if the rewards aren’t immediately obvious.’
    He sighed again. ‘Something like that.’

Perhaps we all have autistic traits, but sometimes I feel that I have no idea how to live. It’s only because of Frog who, by his own admission, is all-too-human that I manage to pass for normal most – some – of the time. (Or perhaps I don’t.)
    Sometimes I wonder if I even want to live. I feel that I’ve fudged things most of my life, avoiding the truth and taking the easy way out.
    I stopped breathing a few hours after my birth and it was only because of my aunt who noticed that I was turning blue, grabbed me by the legs and turned me upside-down, that I’m here today. Was that a warning of things to come? Was I setting a pattern? Even at that age, did I somehow see not-living as easier than living?

On Tuesday Ellie goes to day care. When she was younger and more troublesome it was a way of getting her used to other dogs and of giving me a break, but now I miss her and it’s only because she appears to enjoy it so much that we continue to send her off one day a week.
    At lunchime on Tuesday this week there came a telephone call.
    ‘Ellie’s been hurt. I think she needs to go to the vet for some stitches.’
    ‘I’ll come straightaway,’ I said.
    She’d been bitten by another dog – in play – and had a golf-ball-sized hole in her side. The vet kept her in for the afternoon, hoping to be able to deal with the wound with sedation only but eventually having to administer a general anaesthetic. (Ellie is rather excitable.)
    Frog and I fetched her in the evening, a wobbly shadow of her former self, dressed in a fetching onesie to stop her scratching or licking the wound.
Ellie in her onesie today. It fits rather cleverly over both her head and all four legs and then poppers round her tail.
She moaned and shivered most of the evening, not wanting to eat or go out for her ablutions before bed. She didn’t want to go out the next day either and I realised that because of Ellie being poorly and because of a whole load of other things that had come to either a pause or a stop, I had absolutely nothing urgent that I had to do. I couldn’t remember when that had last happened.

    ‘I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life,’ I wailed to Frog.
    ‘That sounds nice,’ he said.
    I walked over to see my neighbour S.
    ‘Are you writing anything at the moment?’ she asked, ‘apart from your blog of course.’
    S runs a small publishing company and contributes to magazines, so we often talk about writing.
    No,’ I said, and than I launched into all the reasons why I shouldn’t start another novel: they take over your life, there’s no guarantee they’ll ever be published (and  I already have two unpublishable novels languishing on a shelf), and while the highs are amazing the lows are atrocious.
    But perhaps I’m just fudging things again.

4 comments:

  1. Maybe just fudging things....bumbling through life....is sometimes the only thing we can do....helping each other along the way....till the fog clears...even for a moment.....enjoy that moment...I'm glad you are still here today... TX

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  2. Thank you, Trish. You are so reassuring. And so many wise words. Bx

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