So, I’ve been procrastinating on this post since December 2018. I’ve analyzed why and have come up short. It’s likely that I don’t care much for self-promotion. Indeed, in the last 6+ years I can count on one hand how many times I’ve asked folks to share about my Everyday Aspergers Facebook page. (And that… Continue reading It’s All About the Ovaries. Second Edition of Everyday Aspergers: Part One
Sometimes I feel invisible when another assumes things about me that are not accurate, particularly, if their assumption contradicts my own deepest self. This happens most often when another interprets my actions as having an ulterior motive. When I speak, there are times another will assume I am: bragging to impress; stating something to… Continue reading Invisible . . .
I am on the autism spectrum and have coexisting conditions, including PTSD and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder). Because of my prior history and the nature of my neurology, sometimes I find it hard to set boundaries. Furthermore, it is a challenge to recognize when my boundaries have been crossed. Sometimes it takes me days, months,… Continue reading Setting Boundaries and the Autism Spectrum
I received an insightful compliment from my youngest son the other day. He told me he appreciates how I play the ‘devil’s advocate.’ I asked what he meant, and he said that even when he’s upset about someone or a situation, I remind him to see things from the other person’s perspective, to practice compassion… Continue reading Peace and Compassion
I rented a room out in my house this past October. My middle son left for college. I had the extra room and needed the extra funds. I didn’t realize having a stranger in my house would be detrimental to my mental well being. I thought I’d learned enough about me, and being on… Continue reading A Stranger in My Home
10. In my teaching years, writing ‘LSD’ in a note home from school to a family, when I meant ‘LDS.’ 9. When I wrote I have ‘dsylexia’ to a job scout, on social media, in a note to a friend, on a disability forum, during this post earlier, and so forth. 8. The fact that… Continue reading My 10 Most Embarrassing Dyslexic Moments
How do I ache? Let me count the ways . . . endlessly. Wrapped up in a boundless love and entwined and encased in the deepest agony imaginable. I am convinced that being autistic is being human on the highest intensity—a ‘human’ control mechanism turned to the utmost degree, almost to the point of lever… Continue reading Autistic-Key