I’m currently on an hour long train journey on my own to go and visit my cousin up north. Just slightly daunting for a 16 year old with ASD, ADD and Dyscalculia. If I’m honest, I can’t believe my Mum even trusted me to go – I don’t understand train maps or times and I can’t make eye contact with strangers.
I did book a window seat with a table that could fit 4 people around it so I could sit and write, but I haven’t got a notebook and pen with me because I couldn’t fit it in my bag. However, I’m not actually in my allocated seat, I’m in the one behind it because the 3 other people were an exhausted mother and her young, loud children. The extremely nice elderly lady sitting on one of the seats behind my reserved one offered me the seat next to her. She was getting off at the next stop so she said it was okay that I have her seat once she’d gotten off – probably either to not crowd the mother of the loud children who I feel quite bad for, or to let me sit and read my book in peace. Either way I’m grateful.
My brother and Mum made sure I was on the right train though, I just found it a bit awkward trying to get my seat. I was trying to explain that my seat was next to the mother’s son but I don’t think they quite understood. And that’s when the elderly lady saved me. I’m almost at my stop now though and I’m still alive and not in Scotland, so all is well. I do feel like I’m on the train to Hogwarts a bit, I feel quite independent and I rather like it. But the train was delayed by 30 minutes, which is okay, I just have to make sure I listen to the announcements.