A Simple Message

(Image of stick figure in black paint holding up red empty heart with the words: Trauma is the chronic disruption of connectedness. A quote by Stephen Porges. Original posting of image by Beacon Services in UK.) * The global crisis of the Covid-19 pandemic comes with many challenges and tragic losses. The continual changes and… Continue reading A Simple Message

The Naysayers and The Names We Call Ourselves

Before you continue, I encourage you to read this and this. Primarily, so I don’t have to repeat myself. * Much like the gender spectrum, considering the neurodiversity spectrum, I believe it is my personal right (and yours) to self-identify. * My neurology, essentially my autism (or Aspergers), is part of my identity and genetic… Continue reading The Naysayers and The Names We Call Ourselves

“It’s Okay to Be Afraid” Notes to Self in the Year of COVID-19

March 31, 2020, Day 22 of ‘shelter in place.’ During these times of the COVID-19 global pandemic, it is reasonable to assume that most individuals will experience some level of fear. Whether the fear is a result of self- or family-preservation, woes of the world, concerns over medical conditions or supplies, a neurological condition, mood… Continue reading “It’s Okay to Be Afraid” Notes to Self in the Year of COVID-19

California Dreaming on Such a Winter’s Day

March 28, 2020 I woke up this morning wanting to make a long list. Facts and findings about the world health pandemic. But even lists seem inappropriate in these times. Day twenty of not leaving home. Winded and short of breath. Propped up in bed for the long haul. Turmeric water. Ginger tea. Tea tree… Continue reading California Dreaming on Such a Winter’s Day

The Brain! The Brain!

  I have been housebound since March 9th, midday. The year is 2020. And there is a pandemic. I have had fear of a coming pandemic since I was four years of age; it was then that I realized what rabies was and what it did. Poor doggies. Since then, several decades have past, and… Continue reading The Brain! The Brain!

Day Eight of Waiting: Watching the Petals Drop

This morning started off well, except for the crushing chest pain that woke me up a couple times before starting my day. David texted to see if I was up, and then, shortly afterward, we met on the upstairs balcony, outside our bedroom doors. This is our new routine. We bundled in blankets and sweaters,… Continue reading Day Eight of Waiting: Watching the Petals Drop

It’s Time WE Start Questioning Emotional IQ Tests for Autistics

  At times autistics are said to have low emotional IQ levels and told that they need improve emotional IQ levels, by well-meaning employers and support professionals. In fact, some individuals on the autism spectrum are segregated in work environments and told to take emotional IQ trainings, while their peers are not subjected to such… Continue reading It’s Time WE Start Questioning Emotional IQ Tests for Autistics

Invisible . . .

  Sometimes I feel invisible when another assumes things about me that are not accurate, particularly, if their assumption contradicts my own deepest self. This happens most often when another interprets my actions as having an ulterior motive. When I speak, there are times another will assume I am: bragging to impress; stating something to… Continue reading Invisible . . .

Mama Bear

I recently found my “mama bear!” She’s been hiding somewhere. Out in the way-back country of my psyche, I suppose. She’s awake, and I am not so sure what to do with her. However, I notice these seismic emotional waves generated by an impulse of some sort or another. To be frank, the thought of convictions… Continue reading Mama Bear

Unknowns, Boundaries, and Autism: A Reflection

THIS IS A RAMBLE. For a shorter, more ‘reader friendly’ version, go here To see my brain in action . . . Read on. (There are some comma errors in this. Apologies!) I had planned on working from home today. In fact, I likely “should” be doing that right now. However, I make my own hours,… Continue reading Unknowns, Boundaries, and Autism: A Reflection