Greetings, friend (I hope you’re a friend, anyway…)!

You have somehow found your way to the blog of this particular thirty-something, rambling, hyperlexic, autistic more-or-less-female person. I’m an education developer and teacher (higher education) by trade. As well as this, I’m married, and my husband and I have two wonderful little children. He’s the main caregiver; I’m the breadwinner. Our elder child is also autistic.

At the age of 36 and rather more suddenly than expected, I received a formal diagnosis (although I prefer the term ‘identification’) of Autistic Spectrum Disorder (ASD)(synonymous with Asperger Syndrome, but in my case with so-called ‘atypical’ presentation), plus probable, though as-yet-unconfirmed, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) and dyspraxia. I actually had the ADHD confirmed in April 2018.

I don’t consider myself to be ‘disordered’, however (unless you count the times when my executive functioning really goes tits up). I am an autistic, with a number of comorbid conditions. I am disabled. And that’s cool with me, and I hope it will be with you.

Why “Misadventures”?

Well, I realise that the word has rather morbid connotations in its pure legal sense; its other definition, however, pertains to mishaps, mistakes, accidents, and so on. Because of who I am, and certain facets of my identity, I’ve experienced many of these throughout my life, and still do.

Why “Mama Pineapple”?

One of my main nicknames in the ‘real world’ is Lady Pineapple. A quick Google of this moniker, however, brings up some pretty dubious results of a, ahem, ‘sexy’ nature. And – swearwords aside (dropping F-bombs can be pretty cathartic) – I aim to keep this pretty clean.

And anyway, I’m a mama. Motherhood is one thing that has finally led me to seek out a formal autism diagnosis to help me explain a lifetime of confusion, sensory overload, obsessions, and struggles, and learn to love myself for who I am a little more. I’m autistic, and a mother, and both these things are key aspects of who I am. Identifying as a mother comes far more easily to me than identifying as female, although I mostly do to avoid too much hassle.

Plus, I like alliteration. I’m pretty geeky when it comes to words and language.

I like identity-first language. You’ll notice I refer to myself as autistic, rather than a “person with autism”. This is deliberate, and is fully thought-out. More information about that here.

With this blog I hope to entertain, provoke thought, and (possibly) inform.