Welcome to the World of Snarkwittery!

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Welcome to the World of Snarkwittery!


I believe that l have an extraordinary sense of humour albeit at times, it is remarkably dry and can be misinterpreted as ‘caustic or castic’ like sarcaustic and sarcastic and my usual response to that is ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but and yet the highest form of intelligence!” And that means to the novice that many, many a time consider my humour to be too droll, or unkind and not particularly funny!

I do disagree; my humour is available to all who appreciate the dryness of good sandpaper! People sadly misunderstand humour – sarcasm in its truest beauticious form is basically a cynical ironical outlook on life, whilst humour or wit is perceived as being clever connectivity between those outlooks – one persons’ wit is another s’ sarcasm and vice versa!

But what is ‘Snarkwittery when that’s at home with the kids? Well, that is ‘Snide and Remark’ combined together to make one word! When l am not being snarky, l am being sarky, and if not sarky, then sauky, and if not sauky, well then, then l am being funny, but can you tell which is which?

To be accused by one many years ago to not having a sense of societal humour, l actually found highly amusing to begin with and upon laughing at what l thought the joke actually was, was then considered inappropriate in my behaviour – yes, l know ‘go figure’ right?

Everyone is of course extremely different, after all it’s their prerogative to be different, to be younique to NOT be the same as me, or the next person and so the chain continues, and as they say ‘You meet one person with autism, well, you have only met one person with autism!’ This is the truism – we are ALL different, so my humour will be different to say John, who will be different to Sally, who will be different to Rachel or Adam and it goes on, and on. However, the funny thing about humour is that it will always be funny to the person who considers it to be worth a laugh, so therefore it is funny to begin with!

I can be told 100 jokes, and now at my age l will probably get 95% of them, go back 30 years and l may only have got 50% if l was lucky. But in my early 20’s the humour back then for my own age bracket was different to the humour of my latest years and yet, l still find funny the jokes of back then! Truth is, these days in my mid-fifties l am now considered and consider myself to be more street wise and societal savvy!

In my teens, my understanding of certain humour was even less than that 50%, l seriously struggled with not just understanding the most basic of humour but understanding sometimes the most basic of people! At school, humour for me was very different than for my peers! And sometimes sadly with the most disastrous of results!


I clearly recall being ridiculed and bullied at school, because l said that l liked to act like Dick Emery who was an incredibly funny comedian and who was the main host to The Dick Emery show and was always saying “You are awful but l like you!” Sadly at the time l was living in Australia, and my peers only saw this humour as some kind of admission from me to being blatantly homosexual, which l wasn’t! Bloody shy for sure, but that’s all!

When young, the lads hated me, and the girls found me cute, so my humour back then served me well as a court jester, and slowly and surely l managed to turn everyone’s attitude around to my benefit! But it was bloody hard work, being funny all the time and crying inside!

Due to my Father’s career we moved around a lot as a family, and so l already had enough to contend with regarding laying foundations and basically just growing up. Before my teens, l had lived in Australia, from the UK and Malaysia and then back to Australia! Getting used to not just new people, but new traditions and cultures, communications, schools and education and of course their humour!

In the early 70’s as a youngster and l was born in 1963, so l was a youngster, l found life pretty hard. I was growing up in an already 100% dysfunctional family unit. In my eyes my Father was a complete and utter nut job; my younger Sister was an alien to me, whilst my loving Mother always seemed to be ill! Back then, in the household there was no talk of Aspergers and the only reference to Autism, was my Mother making reference to a young ‘strange boy’ down the road, who was ‘autistic!?’ With my own Father stipulating that his own bloody Son was a strange retarded kind of lad who he was sure wasn’t his! My Father back then, never understood me, let alone my humour, and in truth, l never understood him, nor his humour so on that level we were equally as oddballish as the next one!

What l do know in retrospect is this – l do have a sense of humour, it’s not something which is lost, l simply adore to laugh, love laughing and laughter and if something is funny, and l mean really funny, of course l am going to bloody laugh! Over the years, and upon my life experiences and reflections of living in the world, l have come to learn what being funny is both about and allowed, and l say now to those who ask if l have a sense of humour?

“Test me, say something funny to me, chances are, l will laugh at it … if it is funny and it doesn’t bore me!”

Many a time people just look at me oddly and that can be before l have even told my joke! I don’t deny having a quirky or should l say Kwerky outlook on my life and my Aspergers and if anyone can laugh about my autism, who better to carry out that task than me?


We need to always be able to laugh at ourselves first and foremost.


19 thoughts on “Welcome to the World of Snarkwittery!

  1. This was a lovely post, dearest.

    “With my own Father stipulating that his own bloody Son was a strange retarded kind of lad who he was sure wasn’t his!” I’m so sorry about this. My Ex has said these exact things to my son.

    All the hugs to you, hunny xxx

    1. Hey Amberley – sadly that kind of abuse was a thing in my house growing up. Dad could deliver the best mental abuse going when he really tried … and when he didn’t try it was worse.

      I think it’s a generation thing as well.

      I have to say these things, as it helped me move on and forgive him. I don’t forget, l never forget.

      Hope you are well.

      1. I’m so sorry you went through that though… no child should have to go through that.

        I don’t believe it is a generational thing. I believe it is an arsehole thing… sorry but if that were the case then it would have stopped with that generation.

        It is great that you have forgiven him. Because forgiveness is more for yourself than for the other person.

        I am very well, thank you.

        1. I forgave him … for me only Amberley, l feel sure you can relate to that by what you have already written. However, that only came after years of his demons ruining my life.

          I already had my own demons running amok, so didn’t need to be carting his around as well in the form of hostile memory.

          My Father and l are not close these days .. l ‘love him’ is something l struggle with as a term. Do l, or am l merely obligated to because he is my Father.

          I don’t see my Father a great deal, in fact my last visit was a few years back, with one of the books this year sometime.

          Some scars heal, but they may not heal the way they should even with forgiveness. A bully is always a bully, and reflective upon the abuse you personally received as a victim, determines the strength of your forgiveness.

          I am much freer as a person since l forgave him, but you are quite right, once an arsehole, always an arsehole!

        2. I have not yet forgiven… it takes time. My boy’s struggle with the ‘love’ thing too. They do not miss him at all nor do I but they still have to “but he is my father so I have to love him, right?” Feeling every now and then.

          You are right. You do not need his demons. He tried to pule them onto you. But it didn’t work. And good on you.

          Yes, a bully is always a bully. A leopard cannot change its spots. An arsehole is always an arsehole.

          You are just amazing. Xxx

        3. Forgiveness does take time, but bitterness is a dreadful emotion. My Mother who also caught the attentions of both his physical and mental abuse, is in her 70’s now. They have been divorced for nearly thirty years, almost as long as they were married. Only recently has she let go of the bitterness.

          But let’s look at the other thing, mental abuse, physical abuse whichever you wish, is actually the biggest breach of personal trust you can receive from a so called loved one, and that can take years to recover from.

          I understand her bitterness with him, but only urged her to drop it so that she could finally move on and know she was the better person.

        4. Yes bitterness is also a huge problem. This is why I try to surround myself with sweetness and try take every opportunity to heal. I do not want to hold onto this forever and I want to be a good role model for my boys.

          Your poor mum. I am glad for her that she left. Are you close to your mum?

          It is a terrible thing to go through. And I feel deeply for those still stuck in the situation. It can have such a lingering effect…

          Your mum is lucky to have you.

        5. I am closer to my Mother than my Father – sadly however due to growing up all together in that one household with my Father the bully, none of us are particularly close to each other. Once we were all able to leave in one way or another, we did.

          I left first, but my Sister was five years my junior and didn’t have a good relationship with my Mother. She left just as the divorce came through.

          Now we live literally as the four winds on the compass.

          Looking back and thinking now, my Father has a lot to answer for, however like so many he has ‘selective memory’, and seemingly forgets most of the earlier years he had a family that once loved him.

        6. I couldn’t imagine being like that with my family but I got really lucky with my parents.

          It is sad that you are all so spread apart but I guess you can make your own family… friends can be better than blood relatives any day.

          They choose to ignore their wrong doings… or put the blame else where. I do not understand them. But I am grateful I do not understand… I really don’t want that insight.

          Stay gorgeous, hunny xxx

  2. I’m not on the spectrum but I believe that the 7 8 9 joke is at the tops of funnies. I start it with “why is 6 afraid of 7?” But yours works too!


    1. Ha ha – l am not in the least bit surprised you find that funny Paula – tis a cracking joke 🙂

      I haven’t heard your version,works though 🙂

      Either way, still has me rolling.

      Like the skeleton joke ..

      Why didn’t the skeleton jump off the cliff?

        1. Why? Why what? Because you have a good sense of humour that’s why and you are not afraid of seeing humour in all sorts of things where as many people wouldn’t laugh at it because it’s a kids joke 🙂 Many ‘adults’ would roll their eyes and say grow up … lol, well that’s what l get told 🙂

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