Very recently, I published a post grieving over the demise of a great love affair of mine, with drawing and with art. But even as I did so, elsewhere in my life I've been subtly, in small ways, bringing drawing, and creativity back into my life. I lament my lack of formally-developed skills and techniques. … Continue reading Small ways to be creative
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
[Author's note: I'm publishing this post almost simultaneously with a previous one because I had both stored up as drafts in my paper notebook, but hadn't had sufficient "get-up-and-go" to publish them until now. This is the more recent of the two.. However, I felt that the other post was sufficiently time-specific to need publishing … Continue reading It’s never all bad.
[Author's note: I'm publishing this post almost simultaneously with a subsequent one because I had both stored up as drafts in my paper notebook, but hadn't had sufficient "get-up-and-go" to publish them until now. This was written a few days ago, and it doesn't quite fit my current mood – the accompanying post does. However, … Continue reading Picture this.
It's a whole month since I last wrote a blog post, which seems an awfully long time. A couple of weeks ago, I celebrated one year since it was formally confirmed to me that I'm autistic. I'd been intending to write about it around the date of my "autiversary", but I've been pretty short on … Continue reading One year on
I've never been the kind of person to go on for the endofyearroundupsocialmediastatusupdate thing. But this year has been different, and besides, I'm blogging now. Just over five months ago, I received my formal autism diagnosis. But it feels as if this whole year has been about autism – my own, and that of my … Continue reading Things I have learnt in 2016
In the early days of this blog – just one day, in fact, before I was assessed for, and received, my official diagnosis – I wrote a post about how I considered myself to be not an introvert but an "autistic extrovert". I now realise that I was mistaken. I've been meaning to write about … Continue reading So it turns out that I was never an extrovert after all…
[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…