I often slip into stand-up comedy mode between takes, seeing how many people I can make chuckle, and ultimately overextending myself. Who doesn’t want to hear a nice tight five while they’re changing a lighting rig? The answer is no one, Ella. It’s 4pm and we’ve all been up for 13 hours. But still, I panic and try to make myself as likeable and easy-going on set. I am but a baby in this industry, so there’s this drive inside me to be the so-called perfect actor, branding myself as the best person ever in the world to ever work with ever in the whole universe, early on in my career.
With it being my first major role, I’ve learnt how to be an actor on this set, and a person really. I’m not ashamed to admit I called my mum several times in the first season to ask her how to work the dishwashers in my apartments. I now, a season down, just put a load on. Get me. So grown up.
Somewhere between the dishwashers and the stand-up comedy, I clocked that there’s also a stereotype about autistic women being difficult, cold and aloof. It’s one I vehemently disagree with, but one that lives quietly in my subconscious. Without realising it, I try to appease that neurotypical judgement. Lately, I’ve started to understand that just showing up as myself (quite sensitive and often chronically tired) is more than enough.
Now, this is me bringing my anxieties and insecurities to the forefront, when in reality being on the set of Patience is joyous. Often the work day finishes and my stomach hurts from laughing (mainly at my own jokes, but that’s the cost of being hilarious, I guess). I work amongst friends all day doing silly things, wearing cool clothes and soaking in everything happening around me.
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A minute for Patience’s fashion, though. She loves a matching belt and sock. I mean, I’m lucky if I have a clean pair of socks, let alone a matching set. And yet, as I write this, sitting in a coffee shop with my massive headphones blasting Donny Hathaway, I’m wearing a pair of woolly socks that lovely Jessica (Hynes) gave me. So cosy. Anyway, enough about the socks.
