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The area I still struggle with is when joking with someone, one-to-one. It is then, with no-one else around to reassure me or to take my cue from, that I can still find it hard not to take offence. When combined with the fact that although I know when I'm joking and much to other peoples' annoyance, I think I'm hilarious, I can often take offence when the tables are turned because I miss the joke.

Get to know me:

I notice things. I see the details. It’s a bit like looking at the world through a rolled up newspaper. You only see what’s right in front of you. I see patterns, see and hear patterns. I notice the little things about people. Their eyes, their nose, their hair. What watch they’re wearing, or their shoes. It’s the same with everything.

The room was busy and full of people chatting. Someone I knew came up to me and started talking. I smiled.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you around for a long time, what have you been up to?”.

“Working mostly”, I said.

He started to talk again. I made sure I looked at his face as he talked. His words seemed to pass straight through me. I couldn’t really hear what he was saying. I smiled, nodded and even reached out and touched his arm. You see, I’d seen people do that before. They reach out. Make a connection. He was still talking. I was still nodding. His eyes were a little blood shot and there was a slight pale ring around his pupils. A sign of high cholesterol, I thought. I didn’t mention it; I’d learnt the hard way that it was best not to mention things about people’s health. He stopped talking.

I walked away, found a seat and sat down.


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