I talk to myself. An awful lot. When I do this, I'm almost invariably verbalising my thinking about, and processing of, the thing I'm doing at that particular moment. This isn't the same as the inner monologue that runs incessantly over everything that I do; the one I hear at every waking moment, but which … Continue reading Director’s Commentary
The other day, I was attending another SEED workshop. This time, the focus was on disability and social class (we'd already delved deep into race, gender and sexuality), and I was super-keen, as always, to get into the discussion. I felt I had plenty to say on this particular subject, and plenty I hoped to learn … Continue reading We need to stop apologising.
I have a bruise on the ring finger of my right hand. And it's all my fault. Or is it? The morning rush after a terrible night's sleep. My daughter has a cold. She was up for much of the night coughing. And I was up with her – feeding her medicine, wiping her nose, … Continue reading Fallout
[To all my #actuallyautistic readers: please bear with me. Some – perhaps a lot – of what you read in the following post may seem a little uncomfortable. But try and stick with it, and hopefully you'll see where I'm going with it. Love and compassion to everyone, as always.] Dear Autism Parent I just … Continue reading Dear Autism Parent
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 am drawn to the colour green. It's an additional nutrient my body needs to stay alive. I grew up in a village, surrounded by trees, fields, winding country paths, and gently rolling hills. My childhood was in many ways far from idyllic – as an undiagnosed autistic girl it was hardly ever going to … Continue reading Mesmerising nature
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
[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…
[Edit: since writing this post, I have come to the realisation that I was wrong in my assessment of myself as an "extrovert", having misunderstood the definitions. However, I leave this post here as is – I'm still going through the process of learning about who I am, post-formal diagnosis, and this was me back … Continue reading The Atypical Introvert?