I want to thank every one of you for your very kind thoughts and comments on my CAL post yesterday. I am feeling much, much happier with it now and felted loved and supported by you lovely people.
I definitely prefer difference over disorder and I often use it as a tag after Laina brought it up in one of her posts. Thank you very much for writing this. I do like the analogy with a tomato 🍅 I seem to understand things better when an analogy is used 😆
I’ve been involved in a lot of discussion lately around the “high” and “low” functioning labels that surround an autism diagnosis. Although I do see the use of labels in generalised diagnoses such as autism, adhd and sensory processing disorder (see blog on why labels absolutely do matter), I have really never understood the whole high and low functioning side of things.
In the beginning I was led to believe by articles and professionals that higher functioning individuals were able to survive mainstream school (“survive” being the word there), communicate socially (but viewed as “awkward”) and have a higher than average intelligence. Lower functioning individuals were seen as those who were non verbal, had additional learning difficulties and were destined to spend their future lives in a care home. So the divide was pretty clear.
Over the last year I have learned just how dangerous these labels can be. Yet…
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I’ve just completed this week’s four rows. I’m using odd balls from the acrylic yarn collection and at present it’s got a vintage vibe. I doubt it will stay like that.
So here’s a couple of pictures for you…
So far I’ve learned how to make bobbles and double treble stitches. It’s good to be stretched a bit 😃
You’re going to laugh when I tell you about my big mistake though 😆😆😆😆😆
Since when can the numeral 1 be confused with a 2…? The starting chain was meant to be 180. Hmm, I know, it’s going to be a big blanket! The silly thing was that I didn’t realise until Eleonora’s instructions said I should have thirty bobbles when that particular row was completed. So I counted… 46 bobbles! I refuse to start again. It means the sides will not be perfectly matched but the pro outweighs this con because it means I’ll use a lot more of my acrylic stash oddments up 🙌
Eleonora put a lot of effort into this week’s installment as she had to make her very first video. Goodness me that is a lot of work. Thanks so much Eleonora for your efforts as I definitely benefited from the video tutorial 🙂
(The green knitted item in the background is a shawl being blocked.)
I found this really helpful 🙂
When I first started attending college, all the way till about my junior year. There was a man at my home church. Every time I was home visiting he always asked me if I was in church if I had found a church to go to while in college.
To which, I told him, “No.” I didn’t like the watered down ministeries on my campus tailored specifically for college students, and admittedly, I was also lazy. I didn’t look around much.
I was scolded every single time, “Well, you need to find a church. You need to be in church.”
Each time, I held my tongue trying not to be disrespectful.
(NLT) 1 Peter 2:17, “Respect everyone, and love your Christian brothers and sisters. Fear God, and respect the king.”
I’ve shared in a few posts how my relationship with Christ is just that. It is a relationship with Christ…
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The Autistic Bill of Rights post that I made earlier has gone over so well, that I thought making an image of it would be a good idea.
These ten “amendments” cover what I see as the most important issues facing our community right now, although these all come from my experiences, which I recognize are not universal. I’d love to get more voices involved, and to put together a community approved Bill of Rights, so if that’s something you’re interested in. or would like to share with a wider audience, please contact me!
Nothing makes me a more committed proponent of the Social Model of Disability than modern lighting.
I am far more disabled, as an autistic person, than I once was. I’m far less tolerant of sensory triggers than I once was. Noise and bright lights are the things that get me more than anything, and more than they ever used to.
And yes, some of this is down to tiredness, lack of downtime or time and space to myself, and the fact that I have a lot more going on in my life than I did in my childhood, teens and 20s. But the truth is, I’m also better able to cope with a shit-tonne more stuff these days than I was able to in my childhood, teens and 20s. I’ve learned strategies. Approaches. Methods. I exercise. I eat healthily (most of the time). I do activities that nourish and fulfil…
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