Author Archives: TheChandChronicles
An Autistic Woman Goes to the Doctor
I am an autistic woman. I expect people to presume competence, even if the tools I use are different. Continue reading
Hearing the Unspoken
I shut up now, too, because I am aware that my oral communication skills will not be able to explain what I mean … But the me me, the one who I am by myself, is, for the most part, silent. Verbally silent. There are lots and lots of thoughts. Continue reading
The Mechanics of Giving Care
My autism and my life experiences are akin to the complicated ecosystem found in coral reefs, multitudes of species interacting with each other, the sun, and the sea. Continue reading
Body Talk
At least once a day, and whenever I feel “weird”, “anxious”, or, as I am trying to recognize it, “discomfort”, I go to my flash cards and try to find emotional and/or physical sources. Continue reading
Hear Me Roar
The very notion that girls are trained from out of the womb that their comfort is always secondary provides quite a bit of insight as to why our autism isn’t diagnosed sooner … or even at all. Continue reading
Pictures and Patterns
It is predictable, safe, and controlled, the same tetronimos falling in the same order at the same speed every time. Continue reading
No Small Change
Change is so hard. It is rainfall on a holey roof. Continue reading
