The Irthical Paradox

I don’t really know what to say about myself. Quite frankly, I am just another boring existence bumbling along through the chaos that is called life.

However, for those of you who like to label or categorise everything, my name is Kevin and I am resident in central England. I have a full time job, which appears to run my life as well as being the bane of it, located in a fast food outlet at the local airport. Admittedly I am one of the managers there so it is not all bad, but it is a far from ideal working environment for me.

My life seems to currently consist of four main activities - work, sleep, doing things on this old/slow PC and the occasional sport related activity. Sport is really an excuse for a social life within set boundaries and expectations, that is there is a purpose for going out and mixing with other people, and so if it all gets too much on the social side there is something else to give more attention to. It is definitely not that I am really any good at the sports I partake in, and I do a lot of peripheral things in relation, for example officiate and/or keep score rather than mainly play.

I suppose I had better throw in here a little bit about my diagnostical history. There is really not much of one. I am on the NHS (national Health Service) waiting list, and have been for just under a year as of writing, waiting for an appointment to make it all official. I put it like that, because my doctor seems to agree that there is something there, as do other people whom I have spoken to online with relevant knowledge, as well as a friend from one of my previous schools, who is a primary school teacher, and as part of the training has covered the autistic spectrum (and other developmental disorders) as they are duty bound now to try and spot any possible characteristics in the children in their classes. As I mentioned before - I have been waiting just under a year now, and the estimated time I was given for an appointment was a year, plus I was told around 2 months back by the psychologist that I was next on her list, but it would be a couple of months before I recieved an appointment. I guess that all means it will happen soon, and the end of this horrendous limbo situation will be in sight. I suppose I could have tried to save some money and got a private assessment but at least with the NHS is free. The main concern is that maybe she does not have a great background in this side of things and does not know what to look for. But if that happens, I think I would have to go private.