8:00am, my brother wakes me up. I've been sleeping, curled up on the sofa again. I was scared that if I went to sleep in my bed Spiders would crawl into my mouth. I want to vacuum the bed, but I find it hard carrying the vacuum cleaner upstairs due to the fact that my spacial awareness isn't very good.

8:45am, I think I've lost my keys. So, I have a moment running around like a headless chicken panicking about my keys. Then I see that I'm still wearing them around my neck.

9:30am, I'm sat in the housing office with my brother and a member of staff. I'm suddenly overcome with shyness and start mumbling when I have to speak to the woman. My brother took the keys to the flat because he knew I'd lose them.

11:00am, I managed to pick up yesterday's newspaper from the shop and gave it to my grandparents, despite the fact that they already had a copy of it.

11:45am, I struggle to use a knife and fork when cutting up my fish fingers. But I refuse to give in and manage to cut the food myself.

2:30pm, Someone sets off a firework too close to me for comfort. The loud noise frightens me and I find myself doing breathing exercises to prevent a panic attack from emerging.

3:00pm, I am sat waiting for my turn in the job centre. Sitting still is hard. I found myself tapping my other hand because of my inability to sit still for so long.

4:00pm, I'm sat at the computer biting the skin off of my thumbs without noticing while listening to music.

9:00pm, I find myself biting the skin off of my thumbs while watching TV because I need to keep my hands busy.

0:00pm, I know I should be going to bed and I'm really tired. But I procrastinate about sleep.