Whitterer on Autism

“I am liking the English wimmins.”
“Yes indeed. I remember that you told me that.”
“Why?”
“Why did I remember?”
“No.”
“No?”
“Why you are not one?”
“Why am I not one what? A woman? I am a woman.”
“No.”
“English?”
“No!”
“No? Lets start again.”
“Why you are not being an English punk?”
“Er……I’m probably too old to be a punk.” Has he never seen an American punk?
“No.”
“Ah thank you dear.”

Sweet child of mine.
I think?

“No.”
“No what?”
“You are maybe not er…..um…..nevermind!”
“Nevermind! Really. Thank you luvvie.”

Ahh. Bless his little cotton socks. Tolerance personified.

“I am liking the English wimmins punks.”
“Oh good. I don’t remember seeing any actually.”
“Look.”
“Look where?”
“There.”

He points! Ooo a lovely pointing finger in the direction of…..the horizon…..the path…..some people……..lots of people…..which people….little groups……..some old ladies……one with a blue rinse!