A while back, I wrote a rather lengthy post about social interaction, empathy, and so on, and how (in my opinion), every little bit of behaviour we see in front of us comes down to how someone processes information. I’m still banging on about this, because I still get repeatedly fed up with people – … Continue reading On ‘symptoms’
As I wrote in another post a while back, sometimes it hits me. And this morning it really, really hit me. And I did something I've never done before. Since my official diagnosis, exactly two months ago today, I've been – as usual – in numerous situations at work where I've been required to 'network'. … Continue reading A line has been crossed.
I've been a little short on spoons over the past few weeks. Once the working day is over, and my children have got as much out of me as they need, my brain hasn't had sufficient processing power for me to blog, and I've struggled, even, with many everyday tasks. I'm all used up. I now feel … Continue reading The importance of self-care
For the most part, I am happy to think of myself not as disabled or disordered, but simply different. And then sometimes, it hits me. I see that much of what I have achieved and overcome throughout my life has been a direct result of being autistic, because it is such an intrinsic part of … Continue reading And then sometimes, it hits me.
[Edit: at the time when I wrote this post, I mistakenly thought of myself as an extrovert. I was incorrect in this assessment of myself – as I explain here. This is a big, long, journey of self-discovery, readers! However, in all other respects, the words I present below are as true as they ever … Continue reading Information, social communication, and empathy – let’s look at a little closer…
[Trigger warning: sorry, it's that EU Referendum thing again.] This November just gone, with money given to me for my thirty-sixth birthday, I bought my first pair of Doctor Martens boots in quite some years. Metallic purple treated leather. Classic eight-eyelet, ankle-length style. By golly gosh, they're comfortable, beautiful, and I love them. I'd got … Continue reading The Tyranny of Choice