Inspired by a recent thread on here about loneliness I decided I didn't want dd to end up like me (I'm essentially an autistic hermit) so enrolled her on a dance class.
We had our first lesson today and actually it went really well. Dd had a shaky start but then went off to dance happily with the other children.
It was a very proud moment.
I even managed to hold a conversation with a group of parents without appearing too odd. (I hope)
But...the inevitable question of 'what do you do?' came up.
I thought I was 'blending' in quite well, so didn't really want to announce that actually I was disabled and an ashamed recluse that lives off benefits.
So I told them I was a writer 
Not a successful one or anything. But I told them that was my work.
It's not a total lie. Writing is the big one of my obsessions. I've got mountains (not an exaggeration) of files and usb's full of everything from little articles to a children's series of books I've written.
I've just never sent them anywhere.
But in true obsessional fashion I am now trying to figure out if I've made a complete idiot of myself and should send dh from now on.
Or front it out because it's only a sort of half lie. 