This! This would make it so much easier to go out into the world…
I am aware of my autism. Sounds are grating, they twang through my ears like over-extended elastic bands, and I wait for them to snap and hit me.
I have things to plan, and I am putting off planning them so that I don’t miss out on what is actually happening now. I don’t want to spend my time in a continuous cycle of minute detail, data analysis, and variable controlling, instead of living.
People are aware of my autism, I have had two such examples of adjustments given to me in the past week. Both were thorough and thoughtful and considered, one was unsought.
Can you guess which weighed less heavily upon me? There is something about listing your deficits to strangers, that is unsurprisingly horrible.
I hate having to say that I find things hard, I hate having to point out what I need to make things easier…
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As a person who has always worried about being late and experiences anxiety of making a journey I found this post by Danielle spot on. It’s so so important not to dismiss a child’s anxiety…
When I was in primary school, my dad drove me to swimming lessons every Saturday morning. I loved my lessons, but the journey to the pool I absolutely did not love. In fact, it was the most stressful part of my week. Why? Because even at the age of 8 I suffered from anxiety. Anxiety that I would be late, that everyone would be staring at me as I walked in, that I would fall over and be laughed at in front of 30 or so people. My fear of being late still subconsciously grips me today. If you know me personally you will notice how I’m often early for pretty much everything. This is because although I do not fear being stared at or falling over in the same way, my habits to protect myself are completely ingrained in my every day behaviour. And believe me if I’m ever…
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I’m currently knitting this out of 100% multiple handspun yarns. I’m loving it ❤💛💜❤ It’s a simple pattern that allows for an intuitive colour play with yarn. I’ll share more when it’s complete 😆🌹🌻🌼❤🌼
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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Autistic peri-menopause and menopause needs to be addressed. We need to share experience to help autistic women reaching this stage in their lives. I would have loved some support. My biggest struggle has been with my mental health.
Women walking along a lake in front of a sand dune balancing pots on their heads
Okay, I’m pretty sure I know what you’re thinking: Autism and Menopause! Where’s the fun in that?!
But bear with me… If you’re a geeky-nerdy type like me, learning all about the inner workings of one of the most misunderstood situations on the planet and figuring out how to work effectively with it to make your life that much better is an appealing prospect.
The thing is, you’re not alone.
Every seven seconds, one of America’s 76 million baby boomers turns 50.
Every day, about 5,000 American women enter menopause.
Until 2020, approximately 2 million women will reach menopause each year. Half of all post-menopausal women will be in Asia.
That’s a lot of us — and since I’m a woman, and I’ve gone through menopause myself (10 years “ahead of schedule”, thank heavens!)…
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Lol, certainly made me smile…
Merry Christmas Everyone! Or for anyone that doesn’t celebrate Christmas, Happy Belated Hanukah, late Solstice, early Kwanza, and a Very Happy December 25th!
I think no matter what you celebrate, The 12 Days of Christmas carol is probably something that you’ve heard. The math has been done, and to purchase all 12 days of gifts would cost you almost $35,000!
I’ve replace the drummers, pipers, lords and ladies, the maids, the swans, and the geese, the gold rings, the calling birds, French hens, turtle doves, and the partridge with things that are a little more relatable!
So I present to you-
The Twelve Days of Autism
On the First day of Christmas, Autism gave to me, A meltdown in a pear tree
On the Second day of Christmas, Autism gave to me, two info-dumps, and a meltdown in a pear tree
On the Third day of Christmas, Autism gave to…
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It was the village carol service tonight. I find this event very difficult to deal with each year as I cannot tolerate the lights and noise in the church anymore. So I went over and peered through the windows hoping I wouldn’t be seen. It was rather strange behaviour!
So I feel sad.
I took some photos with my phone as the church looks very beautiful. The image quality is poor but I think it gives something worth sharing.
We’re standing on a train platform in the middle of nowhere – the kind that doesn’t even have a ticket office or a loo (and if you need to pee you have to just mindlessly panic, praying that the train will come any second now, while desperately considering squatting in the nearest bush).
I am buttoned up in my winter coat and balancing on one leg like a flamingo – hopping up and down in tune with the painted yellow line on the platform. The wind is shaking the leaves in the trees like some sort of improvised percussion instrument, and a few stray autumn leaves are chasing conker shells around the ankles of the oaks.
It’s that strange overcast kind of day that coats everything in a pasty white light – it could be 6pm or 6am and it’s difficult to tell which.
‘This is how the apocalypse would…
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Thank you to The Sensitive Giraffe for pointing her followers to this blog post. For some time I’ve thought a lot of my anxiety is different but couldn’t pin point how; this post goes a long way in explaining it and I feel it is pivotal in helping me understand myself. It’s brilliant!
I’m reblogging this from Eating Off Plastic.
I never considered my anxiety being different because of Sensory Processing Disorder. But after reading this, it makes a lot of sense. I think this also helps explain why repeatedly trying to face situations doesn’t always make it easier or less stressful. In many instances, the physical symptoms keep showing up with the same intensity.
This is probably a good explanation for why I’m jolted awake by my neighbor and experience the rapid heart beat. I mean, this has been going on for months. My body still isn’t adjusting to it. It still reacts as if this is the first time.
For those who don’t experience anxiety in this way, perhaps this post will offer some insight for why saying “just keep trying” doesn’t always help.
Before you dive in, a quick note. This article was written for the STAR Institute for…
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