I went to Gran Canaria in August 2019. I booked an apartment for 4 or 5 nights, then booked into a hostel for 13 euros a night for the rest of the time, so I spent a week there. The apartment wasn’t quite what it looked like online. I thought it would have a balcony and be really light but it was an apartment block but it was nice and spacious and had everything I needed. I just went out and about and got some sun. I went on a boat trip and everyone started getting seasick. First it was just one then there were about 6 of them, I was thinking I’m next but luckily it never got me and I was fine. I went out for drinks most nights and relaxed on the beach during the day but it was difficult to go for a swim as I didn’t want to leave my stuff. One day I was going to try to sell an old mobile at one of the buy and sell shops. I had to walk through a street that had some works being done and wasn’t really that visible from the opposite side. I felt some guys walking behind me but I didn’t want to look. When I went to get my phone it was gone. I couldn’t believe it I was so angry I hated them. All I had wanted was a bit of extra money for my trip. I went for a cup of tea and I didn’t quite put my seat back in. The girl shouted something at me at which I said something back. I knew there were people angry at me for taking a holiday but I needed a holiday to recover from diverticulitis. I wasn’t sorry for it. Anyway, I had a nice time otherwise and stayed the final few nights in a hostel. I didn’t get much sleep as it was a busy hostel with people in and out at all hours but I met some people, one of them was an English girl working there who I spoke to a bit and I had dinner with a few of them and sat on the rooftop together.
When it was time to come back I booked a Ryanair flight as I was trying to get it cheaper. I went to the airport early and spent at least a night there. It isn’t the nicest airport in the world but I just tried to get some sleep. I had my boarding pass on my tablet. I was sleeping and must have fell into a deep sleep. I heard a noise but didn’t wake straight away. When I woke I checked my tablet and there was a big crack along it. I tried to get it working but it wouldn’t. I’d only had it a week. I couldn’t believe my bad luck. I went to the desk and the guy was just really unhelpful. I was getting upset by this point and the woman said something to him. He told me to go and sit down and he came over to me later with the boarding pass. I had been sitting there having a breakdown about it so maybe they just felt sorry for me. I eventually got on my flight and flew back into Prestwick airport. It was a tiny airport and I just stayed overnight there before going back into Glasgow the following day. One of the staff came and brought me some food and drink through the night as he seem I was sleeping there which helped. The next day I had a freshen up and got the bus through to Glasgow. I just sat about for a while listening to some buskers trying to figure out what to do next. All i could think of was maybe going through to Oban for a night or two. My sister lived there so I messaged her and she said I could. I got the bus through there and stayed the night. All I remember was we drank a bit of rum and I went to bed as I was tired. The next day I went to Oban council to see if they could find me anywhere. they said there was nothing in Oban but I was to come back in a couple of hours. I did and they had got me a train ticket to Helensburgh just outside Glasgow. I had heard of it but didn’t know it well. I had to walk right down the hill from the train station and find the place which was right along the seafront. I found it and a big guy answered. He showed me my room and it was on the top floor. It was cosy and I was just relieved to be in somewhere. It was a lot nicer than the last place and it was a proper guest house. I stayed in that place about 5 months.
Living with Neurodivergence 