It’s Autism Awareness Week, and I am running the London Marathon 2020 to raise money for the National Autistic Society: https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/CGater
All donations very welcome!!
How quickly what we thought was normal life has changed, thanks to COVID-19. Going outside has become a source of guilt, stress and worry, instead of a welcome break from the niggles of home life. In the space of what feels like a few days, I’ve dismantled my office workstation and set up in the spare room, yanked my kids home from university and school and put rapid breaks on my marathon training programme. And I definitely consider myself to be one of the very lucky ones. I’m healthy, my family are well (so far) and we have food and a safe space at home. I know that for vulnerable groups, life is so so much harder than it was before.
This week I am supporting the National Autistic Society’s 7K for 700K fundraising campaign during World Autism Week. I’m aiming to run/walk/amble 7K per day, with all donations going to my London Marathon fundraising page for the NAS at https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/CGater. My first run was on the treadmill – I’m eyeing up the garden for tomorrow’s attempt (if I don’t get dizzy running in small circles).
It’s only been a week of lockdown and I’ll be honest, despite the lucky position we find ourselves in, the strain is already starting to show (as evidenced by the rapidly growing pile of empty wine bottles in the recycling). My eldest is clearly not enjoying the sudden unexpected return home from uni, where he was just starting to exert his independence and find a life for himself. So far, he has taken ‘social distancing’ to mean not emerging from your room during daylight hours. A series of strikes had already curtailed his first terms at uni and he is now back home with little prospect of a return to his proto-adult life this academic year. The only dim light on the horizon for him is that he already has his A level grades under his belt, and doesn’t face a summer of bartering his way to his grades in the hope of starting a degree in the autumn.
Similarly, my youngest had just made the difficult transition to secondary school, negotiating all the massive adjustments that his ECHP and SEN required. I was so proud of the way that he had embedded himself into the warp and weft of his new school environment and weathered the many storms it had caused him. Watching him literally sobbing after an all-too-brief online lesson when he was able to spend a few minutes with his class nearly broke my heart. Putting his freshly washed uniform away in a drawer, probably for months, reduced me to tears as well. We are all going to have to be very resilient in the next few months. Attempting to home school is bringing frustrations all round – if this was a real classroom, we would all have been sent home for challenging behaviour by the end of day 2, including the home school teacher! I am learning the limits to my patience and they really aren’t as extensive as I’d hoped.
Way down the list of my worries has been the screeching halt to my ‘bid’ to run my first marathon at the Virgin London Marathon 2020 for the National Autistic Society. I’ve signed up to run on the new date of 4 October – and if that’s also cancelled, I’ll run in April 2021 (the year I turn 50, which has a certain neatness to it). In the meantime, I’m trying to keep running at home, or very close to home, mostly for the benefit of my mental health and the people unlucky enough to be quarantined in close proximity to me. Wish us all luck!



