I had quite a bad autistic day yesterday. Not one of the worst, but still one that was quite difficult to deal with. First, I went to Office Depot and kept running around the store like a headless chicken, trying to figure out what I needed to buy. The worst part was that whenever I'd manage to calm down and concentrate on finding what I needed, some well-meaning store assistant would approach me and ask if I needed help. That, of course, would break my concentration, and another round of running around pointlessly would ensue.
Then I got lost in a parking lot that I have visited over a hundred times before. So I had to call my husband like some annoying patriarchal woman and get him to rescue me.
After that I came home and erased an important file for some unfathomable reason.
Then I forgot how to use a flash drive. I use flash drives on a regular basis, but yesterday that skill eluded me completely. I tried sticking the flash drive into two different computers, and nothing happened. So again I had to be rescued like a silly damsel in distress. Then I almost destroyed my expensive external hard drive, which I also normally know how to use very well. Then I almost drowned my Kindle in the toilet bowl (don't ask.) So I decided to go to sleep and stop wreaking havoc on everything I touched.
So if you think that autism is nothing but a daily bed of roses, please think again. Sometimes, it's a huge pain in the neck.