I was thinking about the fact that my autism assessment has been delayed months by COVID-19 lockdown. The NHS hadn’t given me an idea of when it would be even before lockdown (👏👏👏), but eighteen months was the likely amount. It’s been on hold with lockdown so it will be eighteen months after things get back to normal, whenever that is.
My relationship with E. has been on hold too. Not literally, as we’re still Skype dating, but we wanted to move it on. E. was trying to come over here at some point this year so we could spend some time together. Now we don’t know if that will happen until next year. I’m still hopeful it might happen this year. But our hopes of having a romantic time in the summer doing outdoors stuff like going to parks and outdoor attractions is looking less and less likely. It’s more likely to be a wet and cold November or December (although if E. is her for Chanukah that might be nice, at least if she’s up for visiting my parents).
It was difficult to get going today. I just struggled to do anything other than sit in front of my laptop in my pyjamas. I wasn’t even reading anything, just flicking through pages, too depressed to get dressed.
Later, I had my windows open and could hear our neighbour’s teenage son “learning” Talmud with another boy, both speaking very fast, throwing concepts around in fluent Yeshivish (mixture of English, Hebrew, Yiddish and Aramaic, rather incomprehensible to anyone who hasn’t spent a lot of time with Orthodox Jews, or rather Orthodox Jewish men as it’s something acquired in the men-only environment of yeshiva (rabbinical seminary)). I feel bad that I can’t study like that. It’s not just that I can’t study Talmud like that, I can’t study any Jewish texts like that, in a chevruta (paired study). I’m not sure how much is social anxiety about not wanting to seem stupid, how much autistic issues about thinking quickly on my feet and interacting with my study partner and how much just the way my brain functions.
I tell myself that I wouldn’t thrive in a community where only one, very narrow, form of knowledge is valued, not even Torah/Jewish studies in general, but just Talmud and really only the halakhic (legal) parts of Talmud. That’s some consolation, but I still feel my life would be better on several levels if I could study and understand Talmud better (it would help with my thoughts for future novels). It probably is true that, if I want to write reasonably literate novels with a Jewish background at least partially for a Jewish audience, then I have to be roughly where I am. Any more frum (religious Orthodox Jewish) and I probably wouldn’t see writing as a worthwhile activity; any less frum and I wouldn’t have the inside knowledge to write about Judaism and Jewish life. Still, I feel like I’m walking a weird tightrope sometimes, and I do sometimes wish I had spent a year in yeshiva (rabbinical seminary), even thought I probably would have found it awful from an autistic and social anxiety perspective.
I tried to work on my novel, but it was hard to focus for some reason. It didn’t help that I was distracted by noise not only from the teenagers learning next door, but from ongoing building works somewhere nearby. I’m not sure if they are supposed to be at work, but they have been for some days now, if not longer. I got a load of emails too, which probably didn’t distract me so much as allow me to procrastinate more easily, but they didn’t help. I did write about 500 words in an hour and a half or so, which isn’t too bad. I’m glad when I’m just making progress.
I went for a walk, but I am still getting panicked by all the people outdoors and the difficulty of avoiding them. I worry not so much for my own health, but for fear of infecting Mum with her compromised immunity. However, I don’t think I should stay indoors all the time. It’s difficult. Maybe I should start doing some aerobics instead of/as well as running (which might be a good idea anyway, to use different muscles).
I’ve nearly finished Decalog 2, the Doctor Who short story collection I’m reading. I’m getting a bit bored of re-reading Doctor Who novels, and re-reading in general. I don’t have any unread novels that I feel like reading right now (generally they’re too heavy) and I’m trying not to mail order stuff during lockdown. I fancy something a bit meatier anyway, so I’m looking at my non-fiction shelves, probably either The Islamist (Ed Hussein’s account of his experiences with radical Islam) or The Siege Connor Cruise O’Brien’s political history of the modern State of Israel. The latter is dated (it was written in the mid-eighties), but had an intriguingly good review on The Jewish Review of Books a while back as still a valid and worthwhile work.
Either book would violate my “no heavy books in lockdown” but I’m getting a bit sick of just reading fluff to avoid upsetting myself. I would probably balance with some Batman graphic novels for when I’m not feeling so intellectual.