Yesterday I attended the funeral of an old school friend. She wasn’t by any means a close friend, I hadn’t spoken to her in years. She was more of a friend of friends. I went to show solidarity to her family, my friends and out of respect. Respect that one of our year from school had lost her life.
I wasn’t going to go, I kept alternating between, ‘yes, ok-I’ll go,’ to ‘no, definitely not, I’m not doing it.’ In the end I felt compelled to just be in the crowd. To recognise the fact that a young woman, a wife, mother, sister and daughter had lost her battle to survive.
As I stood at the back of a tightly packed sea of black, my autism flavoured emotions ran amok. I became aware that my face was wet. I’m standing there in silence with ten million thoughts running through my…
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