This week has been a week that reminds me that being autistic is a disability. Disability is not a bad word. It is not a morally bad thing to be disabled. It is a very annoying thing, and one where I keep not-realising how much extra help I need until I really need it.
It’s a bugger, to be sure.
Continue readingOkay, so last week I said I was going to take 8 weeks off to focus on the thing I was doing. I assumed this was because I would be too busy to write about what I was learning.
Then Sam – who is wise – pointed out that I’d written a good reflective thing last week and I realised that these are for me, actually. I love you, reader. I do. You give me the endorphins I crave. But that’s not why I write these: I write them so I have somewhere to come back to and reflect on what I’ve learned.
Anyway. Here comes season 8.
Continue readingSo I talked yesterday about having to have a bit of a cry. I’m going to break that down because there’s a lot of overlap, a lot of pointy jagged things that came together to result in me, sitting on my kitchen floor, crying down the phone.
This is going to be quite long, so reader beware.
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