Autistic Widower

One was a bit tiring; the other was exhausting Photo taken by the author. I’m supposed to be writing about my high school years, but that’s proving to be a massive task. So I thought I’d take a moment to write about something else — something which has wiped me out this week, and caused further delays to everything I’m supposed to be doing. Friday It all began when I got a phone call from my father-in-law last Friday, asking if I could take him to a hospital appointment. He usually drives everywhere himself, but on this occasion, they’d told him not to drive home afterwards. He told me, ‘It’s only 20 minutes away. I’ve been a few times.’ He went on to describe how to get there, forgetting that I was the one who printed out directions for him a few months ago, because he doesn’t use sat-nav. Having spent decades masking, I automatically agreed to take him, despite feeling very uneasy about driving to an unfamiliar city, especially with someone who’s known to be a difficult passenger. Ev