My mate and I were drama students in college several years ago, which is how we became good pals. We did so much between 2008 to 2010, and he is now doing another drama course in Glasgow. We also play pool a lot, and in recent years, we signed up with an organization that helps people with disabilities, so the service users can make new friends.

Social services in Scotland on the other hand, are run by arseholes. They know nothing about autism or mental health issues. It is rare that you end up with a really decent group of helpers, as they care more about the money than the clients. They look upon people like that as problems to manage, and they are often unreliable, stuck up and arrogant. This is why I call them paid lackeys. And sure, you get good and bad people in all aspects of life, but it is annoying when you need the help that others with problems need as well, and it just isn't being offered.

Those gentlemen that they provided to me a few months ago weren't bad people. Although one of the guys was too quiet for my taste. They were just not able to provide the sort of support I needed, and they won't alter a schedule just for me to go to acting gigs. Plus, I cannot be 100% certain they were doing this, but I think they were trying to take notes on their phones, because my supervisor instructed them to do so. Any social worker I turn to in order to set up a support service by law must notify my watchdog.

I made the mistake of divulging too much of my business to Autism Initiatives. While certain ones kidded on they cared about all the crap I suffered through, and may or may not have felt sorry for what I endured, they were logging all this stuff about me the whole time, and they probably thought I was a bit of a stalker too, as I had an intense focus on being reunited with an ex-girlfriend, who used me after we were reunited.

I'd been in supported housing for a little over 3 years. They dropped a few ladies from my support team because they believed I was getting too fond of them, and one of the women was my key worker. While I understand it's just a job to these professional caregivers, a half decent company would have hopefully taken a better approach on the matter, rather than sell me down the river, which is essentially the same thing as backstabbing. Like when all this commotion as it were initially occurred, they could have perhaps sat us down and talked it over, to clear the air. Instead, they dropped them from my team and lied for months, making me believe it was temporary, and when confronted about it, they gave a laundry list of pure excuses. So once I wound up jailed, they semi-confessed they made a few blunders along the way. But trust me when I say traitors like that aren't worth a toss.

Eventually, the team leader declared they were history. But what upset me was that I still saw them around in the staff flat, and losing them agitated me. So eventually, I was remanded in jail on 4 occasions over a fairly long period of time. The agency also coaxed me to end my tenancy last year in March.

Giving that they were calling the shots, they could have outright thrown me out. But of course, making me believe a yarn about rent arrears that I could not prove (as it was just verbal) to trick me instead, meant they knew they could get away with it, and the court were largely on their side anyway. So understandably, I've felt bitter about this.

The film I'll be starring in soon is to do with zombies causing chaos across the UK. Many extras are required to be zombies, soldiers, medics and no doubt looters, government officials, and other survivors. I'm sure it will be incredibly funny.

I still get my mother to bid on housing, but it ain't a piece of cake. Normally, these bidding systems are rather slow. You get no major offers unless it's bottom of the barrel. Only those who bid for well over a year or more may stand a chance of being afforded a flat eventually. It all takes time, though.