“Aspie” Rant: Integrity within Autistic Groups and Networks

The original start of the title was Master Mind Fu** . . . Which still works. I abide by the philosophy of take what you need and leave the rest behind. I was taught manners and live by the golden rule of treat others how you wish to be treated. I take pride in my…

Resolution

During this time of New Year’s Resolutions, I am reminded that life is not about me, but about us.   I recognize. I recognize myself in you. I respect. I respect my right to set goals, have plans, and set out for success. I respect my ability to discern and base actions on history. I…

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…

10 Ways to Assist Your Autistic Loved One

Thinking upon three autistics, my middle son (age seventeen), my adult partner, and myself, the following things assist: Having things out in the open. When items are out in the open and I can see them and know there is ‘enough.’ This applies to real concrete objects and other people’s thoughts and opinions. When something…

Why Boundaries are Difficult (Autism)

  BOUNDARIES There is no doubt I long to protect my integrity, to take care of myself, to limit my exposure to harms way. Problem is, that much like the hidden, unspoken rules of social interaction, boundary setting remains an elusive abstraction, somewhat of an invisible tooth extracted and implanted in my mouth—with no concreteness,…

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,…

The Sword of Us

I know how you suffer and struggle, how your mind is an exploding universal truth, how you flutter about in sequence, reorganizing and rearranging the very essence of self—a byproduct of thought. Your complexity is amazing and stunningly beautiful, encapsulating what is and what is not, intermingled in a dance of delight and horror. I see…

Doing Our Best

  When I freak out I cry. I really cry. I wail straight from the gut of my soul. I do that sobbing thing that you see in those well-acted movies that makes you want to sob too or run away super fast. Case in point, last night I was replaying those messages of having…