My name is David Miedzianik and I was born in Rotherham, Yorkshire, England, in 1956. This
makes me 40 years old right now. I went to normal school until I was 16. Although I was
diagnosed with autism at 14. They treat my autism with Haloperidol. I think this is called
Halodol in the USA, for some reason. They give me this because I am very, very hyperactive.
It helps slow me down a bit.
I have spent a few weeks at a time in various psychiatric hospitals, and places like this,
through the years. In fact this is how I started writing poetry and that. When I was about 21
or 22 I used to write for the hospital magazine at Middlewood. Middlewood was a big
psychiatric hospital in Sheffield. In the past I've been admitted there a few times. Although
I think they've shut it down now, and moved most of the patients there to smaller units. Like
I've said, I used to write for their magazine "Jigsaw" and I've now written ever since.
I have now been mentioned in a few books on autism. Just over 3 years ago, I was on local
TV Talking about my poetry. I have also been on national and local radio talking about my
stuff too. So I do a lot of work trying to promote the cause of autism. My latest venture is
to get my stuff on the Internet. The only thing is that with being autistic I get no dates
with women.
Anyway people can get My Autobiography by sending $6 to the Autism Society of North
Carolina. 3300 Woman's Club Drive. Raleigh, North Carolina. USA 27612-4811. Or for more
information I think their phone number is 1-919-571-8555. People can get my 176 leaf book of
poetry called Taking The Load Off My Mind by sending 12.50 British Pounds Sterling to The
Early Years Diagnostic Centre. 272 Longdale Lane. Ravenshead, Nottinghamshire. England NG15
9AH. The £ 12.50 includes P&H.
I will not write all that much about myself because you can find out more by reading my
poetry and autobiography.
Oh, other thing is I write for quite a few magazines on autism. Through the years, I have
been mentioned in The Advocate, The MAAP, plus a few other US things too. In England, I've
been mentioned in Communication and Asperger United. I will not go on too much about all
this. As I could go on for a long time, and there is a limit to what I can write on one
page.
Anyway, I think that's about all, so bye bye for now.
David C. Medzianik
Say... Med-Gen-Nick.
This is what David had to say in an advert in Asperger United:
"I wouldn't mind if some nice woman would write to me. I have no dates with women because
I'm autistic. I am now 39 years old, and if I don't meet anyone within the next few years,
then I might never meet anyone. I live with my cat, but a cat isn't as much fun to hug as a
woman."
Well, it is Monday right now.
I am sitting in the house by myself.
Or am I by myself with these ghosts around?
I can feel them as I look out of the window.
These ghosts loved me so much.
Now all I have is myself to trust.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
I remember the ghost of my grandma.
She still haunts the house.
I sleep in her bedroom now.
My bedroom is very small so now I sleep in her room.
I have my radio cassette player in her room with me.
She always thought the music I played was in the wrong key.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
I remember the ghost of my mum.
I don't go in her room all that much.
On the times I do go in I look at old photos in her drawers.
The house is full of old photos and slides.
My mum loved taking photos of places we'd been to.
Dear mum, these photos make me remember you.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
My mum and gradmother always wanted the best for me.
I think things would have been better if I had had a job.
Being out of work all these years got me under mum and gran's feet.
Even so they still wanted the best for me.
Things started to get bad when my mum got Parkinson's Disease.
Being on heavy sedatives I couldn't manage to stay up all night.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
I have still got the video recorder my mum bought for me.
I dont' suppose I will get another video recorder so easy.
I don't suppose I will get anything so easy now.
And yet everyone expects me to get by somehow.
I have got the phone bill to pay in a bit.
If I didn't have a phone I'd go out of my wits.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
I would run up the phone bill up when mum was alive.
Mind you, she and all her helpers used it a lot too.
I could get long distance on our phone in those days.
When my mum was alive we had enough to pay.
Now I've got to count my pennies. Now I've got to count the cost.
When my mum got Parkinsons Disease I didn't think of her as boss.
Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.
David C.
Miedzianik. Written... 9th. August 1993.
Old Ray is on holiday in France, so I can't phone him up.
I tried to call someone form the local autism society.
He was setting off for work and he had no time to talk.
I suppose he's fed up with me keeping on calling.
Well Sundays like this sure are rough.
When time drags like this, enough is enough.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
I've left a message on the bloke's answerphone.
This is the bloke for the local autism society.
I don't suppose there's much he can do.
I thought he might be able to get my poems printed.
I suppose I do use the phone too much.
Then the people don't want to talk and that's though.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
I never got used to living by myself, that's why it's hard.
I'm bored but it's not boring enough to go anywhere else.
I wouldn't like it at one of those psychiatric places, that is.
I'd rather be bored rigid than go to a place like that.
Anyway, I've got the phone that I always use too much.
People seem that fed-up when I phone them too much.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
Peter hasn't called up today.
Although it's only about 5 PM now.
There's still time for him to call up latter.
The trouble is he always wants to go to the pubs.
I don't like going to the pubs much at nights.
I don't like going to the pubs even in daylight.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
Up to now there's been no phone calls today.
Mind you, people aren't that bad.
I do get phone calls from time to time.
Anyway I've just let the cat out.
It's best not to argue with the cat when it wants to go out.
Otherwise you'll end up with a pool there's no doubt.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
I usually play a few records on Sundays.
Today I've played none.
When I feel down, my interest music is gone.
When I feel down the things on T.V. seem all wrong.
On the other hand, I can't be bothered to watch.
When John Major comes on the T.V. I switch him off.
Well it's another boring Sunday today.
It's a real bore when I can't phone Ray.
David C.
Miedzianik. Written... Sunday 7th. August 1994.
Sometimes I'd rather watch the women go by than do anything.
I sometimes watch the women go by rather than do my poems.
I sometimes watch the women go by rather than do my garden.
Watching the women go by is something I never find boring.
Women take my mind off things, including my poetry.
The women look so pretty in their summer dresses this year
Although taking a woman out would no doubt be dear
I might be able to concentrate better, if women weren't here.
If it weren't for the women taking my mind off things
I might have been able to write like William Shakespeare did.
Now I have to keep all my feelings well hid.
No doubt tomorrow I'll go to town again, to watch women go by,
At my age 40 some people are grandparents.
As for me I'm still looking for someone to love.
My mum used to think, if I met someone, it'd make things alright.
Instead I just think about women, all through the night.
I never meet women because for years, the future's not been bright.
If it weren't for the women taking my mind off things
I might have been able to write like William Shakespeare did.
Now I have to keep all my feelings well hid.
Well it's the 28th July 1996 today.
I was 40 a few days ago.
Each night I watch the TV or video instead of courting.
The women have never liked me all that much.
If I found anyone, I don't think it'd work out.
As I've got used to living on my own.
I don't think I'd like anyone to spoil my routine.
although meeting the right woman, has always been by dream.
If it weren't for the women taking my mind off things
I might have been able to write like William Shakespeare did.
Now I have to keep all my feelings well hid.
I keep on writing adverts to the music magazines.
This is for people to write me songs.
I don't give up all that easily, and they'll go in until I'm lucky.
I like writing adverts for magazines.
I've doing this for years.
Writing adverts for magazines can be too dear.
If it weren't for the women taking my mind off things
I might have been able to write like William Shakespeare did.
Now I have to keep all my feelings well hid.
Well they keep on passing me by.
Time keeps on passing by too.
Women like all those blokes in fast cars.
Riding in buses all the time, like me, you can't get far.
Sometimes I go to the locar pub, and I sit at the bar.
There's some great women that go in the local pub.
Maybe some of them are short, of the right kind of love.
In a world like ours it's hard even to be understood.
If it weren't for the women taking my mind off things
I might have been able to write like William Shakespeare did.
Now I have to keep all my feelings well hid.
David C.
Miedzianik Written... 28th July 1996
My home carer keeps saying my pants are in holes.
Well, on Social Security, you can't drive a Rolls.
Each night I keep hoping that the phone will ring.
And wonder what letters the morning will bring.
I could get long distance on our phone in those days.
When my mum was alive we had enough to pay.
I keep on taking pills, then I lay on the bed.
These pills are getting rid of the thoughts in my head.
So I don't think about the boring life I've led.
All I do now is get that duped-up feeling instead.
I'm lonely tonight, but I still got the phone.
It's good to keep hearing the dialing tone.
Sometimes I think the pills make my temper bad.
Although I've been on pills since I was a lad.
Maybe my temper's bad because my life's so sad.
Maybe poetry and music will solve things after all.
And someone reading my stuff will eventually call.
If any of the readers of this page wants to do his good deed of the day, send David an
e-mail and say hello to him. His e-mail address is:
rainmanhallelujah at hotmail dot com.
Visit David's own homepage with pictures and more poetry at:
http://freespace.virgin.net/david.mied/ (link dead; replaced with link to archived copies at the Wayback Machine)