Bloody BT Actually Saved Me...

Dear Juliet

One thought about British bloody Telecom (BT).

They actually saved everything.

After losing my order three times, billing me wrongly and leaving me hanging on the telephone longer than Blondie, BT finally delivered broadband unto me. For them, that was quite efficient. For me, it was the kind of options-riddled neuro-typical nonsense which makes many Autists want to go hide in a corner.

It is difficult enough for us to make sense of the world when things are clear, consistent and transparent; damnable when the world is unclear, inconsistent and opaque.

It is no fun for neuro-typicals either, but for Autists it is even worse.

Finally, though, I was hooked up to the wired world, and as the BT engineer was leaving, he mentioned he’d been able to give me access to my old dial-up email account.

I am glad he did. Events might have turned out a little differently otherwise.

(Dear Miss Landau)

If I hadn't been given access to my old account, I'd never have found your original email, we'd never have got back into contact, I might not have trekked across America and Dear Miss Landau would probably never have been written.

One little comment, made just as he was going out the door, and it changed our future.

Just thought I'd mention. It's very late, although the clocks are going back shortly, or I'd extrapolate things a bit more. But that's basically it.

Time doesn't always have to be the fire in which we burn...

Love,

James