Aspie heaven

Haven’t been here for years. Read old posts. Even then,  before diagnosis I recognise screaming aspiedom. Suki is settled on my lap. My abuser is dead. I have lost my vast house and swapped almost everything for happiness in a tiny terrace with a truly remarkable woman. Love found me and set me free. I burnt out and gave up my job. Everyday begins with a silent paean to the peace of not ever being on call again. My social contacts are a greater spotted woodpecker, a family of bullfinches, goldfinches, dunnock, sparrows (tree and house) red kites, tits(blue, great, coal, long-tailed). All I hear is wind in the trees, tinnitus, rain on the roof and Kat. My sons are grown and awesome men whom I adore from a distance. Enough lists. Time for coffee and a poo.