Over a decade ago, when I was working as a low-level administrator in a university student support unit, I remember a student who was a regular and frequent visitor to our service. He came in virtually every day. He spoke in a staccato, "mechanical"-sounding voice. He always wore the same choice of clothing: blue outdoor … Continue reading Why I “can’t possibly be Autistic”, Reason #3: I’m not THAT rigid, right?
As a kid, most of my spare time was spent drawing. It was my earliest passion. I was no savant. But I suppose, on reflection, I did have at least some innate "gift". The people I colourfully produced aged just three, in bright felt tip, were anatomically correct (in as much as having, for example, … Continue reading A passion, stolen
In between bouts of abject misery, whilst I've been off work over the summer holidays I've been immersed in a nice little obsession that has gripped every single member of our four-person household. My husband was always a huge Lego fan as a child, and was always eager, from her birth, for our girl to … Continue reading In praise of the brick
Before April came around, I'd been mentally conjuring up my plans for activism, amplification, signal boosting, the promotion of acceptance, and whatnot. As it happens, events have conspired against me, and I haven't been as active in railing positively against the "awareness industry" (as fantastic new blogger Little Sparrow puts it) as I'd hoped to be. … Continue reading #AutismAppreciation: 7 things that make me a valuable employee
[Author's note, 27 September 2017: looking at this post over a year on since writing it, and I HATE some aspects of it. I HATE the term "differently abled'. I'm disabled. And I'm happy with that. I leave it up as is, because this was my perspective at the time.] It's coming up to a … Continue reading Positively differently abled…
A couple of months ago, I was indulging in one of my kitchen disco sessions. The husband's preference is to select individual tracks to listen to, whereas I tend to go for full albums (I'll explain why in due course). I had The Clash's London Calling playing whilst cooking. Hubby asked me the name of the … Continue reading Why I “can’t possibly be Autistic”, Reason #1: I don’t do ‘geek’ right