Podcast Coming Soon

Hello everyone! This will be a very short blog, but I thought you might want to know what I’m actually up to, now I’ve graduated from University.

This coming week I’ll be recording my brand new podcast that will be called AUTISTIC WRITER PODCAST. Each week I’ll hopefully have three episodes;

Episode one will be about how I survive through life with Asperger Syndrome.

Episode two will be writing tips, so if you have any questions about writing scripts or novels let me know and I’ll try to answer them all.

Episode three will be short stories I have written, so you will get a different one each week.

I’ve got a Soundcloud account up right now on Autistic Writer Podcast so feel free to tune in and see what I’m up to next! Hope you’re all well and I wish you luck in your writing endeavours,

Love,

Abbie Allen

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Autism Awareness Month- Living with Asperger Syndrome

Bearing of the soul can be a good thing, but sometimes it can be really difficult to do. So, I’m going to write this blog to bring awareness to Autism for the Autism Awareness Month.

Living with Autism can be both gruelling and exciting. There are many challenges I have to go through living with Asperger Syndrome. I was diagnosed when I was three years old and it made things a lot more difficult for my parents to go through. They had to change their methods of bringing up a child compared to how they had been bringing up my older sister. It was hard for them because they also had to adjust to the idea I’d got it from my Dad too.

School for me wasn’t any easier either. I talked to my Mum about it a couple of months ago and she told me that my parents struggled to get my learning support because I had it, only to be given to another student they thought needed it more. It was really hard for them to make sure I was brought up okay. But I think they did a pretty awesome job. Secondary school was difficult as I got my support in Year 8, only for it to be dropped down to 1 teaching assistant in two lessons out of 25 a week. However, I was still able to come out of school with 7Cs, 2 Ds and a B equivalent in ICT.

School was very difficult for me being Autistic because I was different to my peers. I didn’t have a mind working like everyone else because of it. So the other students bullied me for it for thirteen years. I told teachers and my parents, but there was only so much my parents could do. It stopped when I left secondary school and went to college to do Acting. There was one good thing about school though. I found my love for writing stories.  I started writing them when I probably should have been revising for my GCSEs.

College helped me with my confidence and it also helped me to start to learn what kind of stories I wanted to write, including starting my career for writing scripts. One of my tutors, Sharon, saw what skills I was developing and started helping me make them better. I left college with a DMM overall from the two year course. I was then able to go to University, after many thought I wouldn’t be able to with my disability. Yeah, I was bullied by those I had been put into a flat with for my first year of Uni, but I found friends in my course and progressed further in my development.

So here I am, two months away from the end of my third year at University on a Scriptwriting degree in Cardiff, two hours and a half away from my hometown. It looks like I’m gonna come out of Uni with a 2-2 overall, but I’m pushing to get a higher mark. My disability hasn’t been a limit, not anymore. I’ve grown so much and proved that I can do anything. So whether you have a disability or not, don’t let it define you. Just be you and that’s all anyone can ask of you.

Short Story: Bella aged 10

The sound of a pen scratching against the page filled the kitchen/dining room space. Bella sat at the table, writing in a notebook. She couldn’t tear her focus away from it, even when Jonathan entered the room.

‘Hey Bella.’ Jonathan walked to Bella and gently kissed her head.

‘Hey Dad.’ Bella looked up for a second and then returned to her notebook.

Jonathan sat next to Bella and watched her writing.

‘How was school?’

‘Fine.’

‘Really?’

Bella stopped writing. She put the pen down on the table carefully, stopping it from rolling away.

‘I just stand out a little.’

‘Are they bullying you?’

‘A little.’

‘Bella, do you need me to have a word with the school?’

‘I dunno. I don’t want to get in more trouble.’

‘Bella, what they’re doing is wrong. You know that, right?’

‘Like Mum?’

‘Yeah. Yeah, like Mum.’

‘She doesn’t want me, does she?’

‘I’m sure she does, sweetheart.’

‘But if she did she would have stayed or taken me with her.’

‘Your Mum can be a little bit selfish, I’m afraid.’

‘What’s for dinner?’

‘Whatever you like.’

‘Chicken nuggets?’

‘Yeah. Veg too?’

‘Balanced diet, Dad.’

‘School teaching you that?’

‘They ought to before I get the size of a house.’

Jonathan chuckled a little.

‘You mean you don’t want to get big?’

‘No. I wanna get through doors and not end up waddling everywhere.’

‘Okay. I’ll put dinner on. Have you got homework?’

‘Got to write a story for English. It’s preparing us for the book we have to write in that we take with us to secondary school for them to see what our English is like.’

‘You doing it in your notebook to practice?’

‘Yeah. It’s part of a story I’m writing anyway.’

‘Okay. How about you write it to where it could end and we go through it if there are any spellings you may have missed?’

‘Thanks, Dad.’

Jonathan stood up from the table and gently kissed Bella’s head again. He walked into the kitchen and started to cook the dinner, watching Bella pour her heart out into a notebook.

Short Story: Bella Part 2

Bella sits on the floor, staring out the window. She gazes up at the clear sun, not bothering to watch what her older sister, Rose, is doing. Bella fidgets slightly, but she doesn’t move from her spot. Jonathan enters the living room and immediately spots the difference between his daughters. His eldest daughter, ten years old, is writing in an exercise book. His youngest daughter, seven years old, is staring out the window like she has been since she got up early in the morning.

Jonathan took a deep breath and walked towards Bella. He crouched next to her and plonked himself down on the floor next to her.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Jonathan tried to engage her in conversation.

‘Daddy?’ Bella asked, looking right at him.

‘Yes, sweetheart?’

‘Why am I different? The others keep running round the playground, but I just want to read my book. They pick on me for it.’

‘They shouldn’t pick on you for it. It’s wrong. You’re different because if we were all the same, life would be very boring. You have different interests to them, that’s all. There’s a reason we do things a certain way, but it takes time to understand why.’

‘Is that why Rose won’t wave at me at school?’

‘What?’

‘She ignores me at school. Everyone stays away, but I can hear them laughing and looking at me. Am I naughty?’

‘No. They just don’t understand you yet. They’re still learning, like you are.’

‘OK.’

Bella looked away, a little disheartened. Jonathan gently pulled her close and sat her on his lap. Both of them looked out the window, but Jonathan kept glancing at Bella, worried sick how much of a situation Bella was in and was hiding from him. He kissed her head, trying to put the worries away.

Short Story: Bella

Standing under the window frame on tiptoes, Bella watched the snowflakes fall from the sky. Her imagination was caught by the sight of the flakes. She watched numerous flakes fall and many of them landed on the window frame outside, adding to the mound that started to collect.  She tried to go higher on her tiptoes, but she didn’t have enough height or balance to do so.

‘You should be in bed, young lady.’ Jonathan watched her from the living room doorway.

Bella pointed at the snow, pleading with him to let her see it a little longer. Jonathan walked to her and picked her up into his grip. She looked out the window from the new height and saw the winter wonderland. Bella giggled and squealed with delight at seeing the new world of snow from a height she couldn’t have reached without him.

‘You like the snow?’ Jonathan gently kissed her head.

Bella nodded, beaming. Jonathan stepped closer to the window and let Bella look outside even more. She could see the entire road was covered in snow.

‘Come on. Let’s get you to bed.’ Jonathan started to walk away.

Bella started to get upset, but Jonathan walked with her in his grip upstairs. They walked into her bedroom, tidy until you looked at the floor with toys everywhere. Jonathan gently placed Bella on her bed and tucked her in. Bella started to whimper, so Jonathan pulled out a book from the bookcase. Bella was unsure about the book, but it had snow on it, so she started to go for it. Jonathan gently held Bella close and read her the story. She tried to fight the tiredness, but it won in the end. Bella fell fast asleep in bed. Jonathan put the book down and tucked Bella back into bed. He gently kissed her head and tiptoed out of her room, shutting the door behind him. Jonathan walked to his own bedroom and found Kezia waiting for him.

‘What was it?’ Kezia asked.

‘Bella wanted to see the snow. She’s fast asleep now.’ Jonathan got under the covers by his wife.

‘She talking yet?’

‘Nope. She made her feelings clear, but she didn’t say anything.’

‘At least she’s still acting like a child. She turns five soon. She won’t be a little girl anymore.’

Kezia turned her lamp off. Jonathan lay on his back, turning his own lamp off, wondering what kind of life Bella would have if she couldn’t communicate with words. He tried to drop off, but his only thoughts were of his youngest daughter, whether she would have a life of her own in time.

Don’t Be Afraid To Be You

Welcome back to another blog! It may have been a little while since the last one, but it’s been getting a little busy now I’m back at University for my final year. This will mean, however, that my blog writing may actually increase due to some of these blogs are wanted to be seen for a portfolio I need to do as an assignment.

Anyway, so this blog won’t be about scripts this time. It’s just a little bit of a booster for people that may be going through a change or even a difficult time. I got onto this seeing all the new Freshers (new students, for anyone who doesn’t recognise that term) round campus. So, I hope this might be nice for you to read.

The title does give away what I’m going to talk about. I know a lot of you may be saying that you know who you are and you’re proud of it and don’t want to hide it, but some of us are not so bold. We’re the quiet ones in the corner trying to get on with whatever work we’ve got and want to put all our energy into one thing. I’m the second one. I’ll let you choose which you are, or have your own example of that and rock it your own way.

For those who are like me, this is a little shout out to you. Not everyone is loud, getting drunk and enjoys getting close to being a party animal. And that’s just one of my Uni mates (I won’t name them, because spoilers). We all get through the stresses of our life in numerous and wacky ways. Mine tends to be binge-watching either DOCTOR WHO or any crime series I can get my hands on. Uni isn’t much different.

Whether you’re into Sci-Fi, comics, sport, books, films, games or anything else, don’t be afraid to be you. I wouldn’t want to change a thing about me, even if it was to try and impress someone. If they can’t take you for who you are, what kind of person does that make them? So stay strong as you and fight for your dream. Just don’t literally fight someone. I don’t want you getting kicked out of school or Uni due to it.

So hopefully this blog may have given you a little boost. If not, look at me for example. I have Asperger Syndrome, have ten GCSEs under my belt, got DMM in college and I’m actually in University away from home. If I can do it, so can you. All of us together, because not all of us can do it alone. Love yourself and you’ll find what you’re made for. I have and I’m feeling better than ever. I hope you feel the same.

Love,

Abbie Allen

Openness starts here (with info overload)

I guess this may go into either a slight rant or a mass of information overload. I apologise in advance for both if they happen.

What I’m basically trying to say is, I know that sometimes it can be hard to explain why we do certain things at certain times. For me, it’s a lot harder because of the way my mind works. When I was three years old, I was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome, which means I struggle with social things and sometimes the skills everyone else takes for granted.Read More »