The Sword of Us

I know how you suffer and struggle, how your mind is an exploding universal truth, how you flutter about in sequence, reorganizing and rearranging the very essence of self—a byproduct of thought. Your complexity is amazing and stunningly beautiful, encapsulating what is and what is not, intermingled in a dance of delight and horror. I see… Continue reading The Sword of Us

Teenager with Aspergers 1980’s

Today I went through many letters and poems from my childhood. I came across a few poignant pieces that signify how I related to my world during my youth. Age 15 Hello Children, Why are you laughing? Why are you whispering? So I don’t see as you do, or look as you. Perhaps my hair… Continue reading Teenager with Aspergers 1980’s

Flat Line and Hooters

Some kind woman (I am assuming) wrote an informative and well-meaning comment on my other blog, Everyday Aspergers, about rapid cycling bipolar. After that I spent an hour being triggered by thoughts of yet another feasible diagnosis, and that’s likely why I am still braless with teeth not brushed, obsessively blogging. I asked my partner Dave,… Continue reading Flat Line and Hooters

The Canoe Factor

The last time I was upset with my boyfriend David, I bought a canoe. Here’s a bit of what the timeline looked like: Surfed Internet as source of self-soothing, aka stimming. Craigslist further assists in stimming pursuit. (a public forum with job openings, miscellaneous stuff for sale, discussion forums, etc.) Found photo of awesome canoe—in… Continue reading The Canoe Factor