This is an image of me, deep in the trenches, around a decade ago.
My husband would message from work each day and ask how 'things' were.
Some days, I couldn't speak. I'd send pictures. This was one of those days, and I remember and still feel that exact moment. I was in the bathroom,...
Often it's enough to be in a world that does not accept us, or that we find so incredibly challenging in terms of the differences between the way we are wired to exist and live; and the way society is set up.
There are huge disparities between the two. Inconsistencies in what we know...
So many people unconsciously spend (waste) their lives working toward what they hope will be peace, one day.
Work hard, then rest.
Main meal first, then dessert.
Wees first, then poos. (I made that one up because order hurts my PDA autistic ADHD brain).
We’ve been taught to abandon our...
It never gets easier, nor am I ever better prepared for the moments my autistic children (and I) are exposed to another parent’s grief stricken story about their autistic child.
I was conditioned to believe that the first of my children to be identified autistic had 'disappeared' and there...
Hello, I’m here writing. It isn’t easy, and it isn’t complete.
Be patient with me, please, as I figure out a way to communicate this internalised experience, these thousands of thoughts, these physical movements that come along with those things and the way in which I "say" it...
(ETA: This is not about being against therapy. It is a piece on the problematic nature of generic frameworks thrown at autistic people, rather than a consideration of the individual needs, wants, preferences and if there actually is a need for therapies.)
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When I hear “What’s the...
Yesterday, someone trolled me on social media.
That in itself isn’t the thing. That happens to autistic folks who joyfully resist the disorder narrative all the time.
It’s threatening to some, to read my writings or hear me speak about my autistic pride.
I was speaking about how so...