Reflections

I’m often asked how, as a PDAer, I am able to overcome my need for control in parenting my own children with a PDA profile of autism.

I don’t overcome it.

I’ll never ‘overcome’ my neurobiology.

It is central to my bei...

I want to preface by saying I am afraid of making mistakes, afraid of my ignorance, but also well aware of my privilege in being able to say so. This writing is a reflection of my desperation to be an adequate ally and n...

(Disclaimer: I have made the choice to allow my advocacy to naturally transition into tapping into my true neurodivergent experience which extends beyond the limited language of verbal communication. I do this out of a s...

You know what drove me to a raging meltdown as a kid, more than anything else?

My perfectionist brain.

If my socks didn't sit right, even when they weren't uncomfortable.

If the picture on the wall was leaning a smidg...

I am different.
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I feel it from a multidimensional perspective.
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It is more than a neurotype, it is a way of 'being' in this world.
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Yet, the words 'being' and 'world' are not enough.
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There is no language to express my "aut...

Driving in the car last night, my eldest daughter told me that she "actually legitimately, really loves me now. Like, this is probably the most she's ever loved me".

Bless her PDA heart.

And I get it.

When I REACT to my child in their most vulnerable moments,

I am called to explore within.

Do I have unmet needs?

Am I hungry, tired, thirsty, lonely, sad, scared?

Am I unidentified neurodivergent, therefore experienc...