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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
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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
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Tagged adult autism, alexithymia, asperger's, interoception, masking, sensory processing
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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
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Tagged adult autism, asperger's, autism, autism and change, autism and routine
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My Mountain is Calling and I Must Go …
Then in 2017, I began running up the staircase. In 2017, the year I turned forty-two, I learned that I have autism. Continue reading
