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Monthly Archives: November 2011
I’m in a safe place, my jacket is warmly hugging me, my earplugs gentle and soften the auditory world, and still, I’m anxious. Tonight was the night that my brain twigged some things that I’d rather it hadn’t. First, it … Continue reading
I’ve often wished for a way to tell people I’m autistic that doesn’t require speaking to them about it, which is awkward and stressful, or having a sign or something, which I feel would look like something a family member … Continue reading
A vibration with the pattern of drawn insect wings reverberates through my chest every heartbeat. My nails dig into my screaming palms, knuckles white, leaving little red crescents. If my nails weren’t weak and prone to bending, I’d be drawing … Continue reading
I would like to have people understand what my hands fluttering up to my jaw, or my head being suddenly, viciously scythed into a wall, or my shoulders hunching mean. They don’t, and so I talk. My talking is praised … Continue reading
One of the central ideas of ageism is the concept of maturity, the linking of undesirable characteristics with age and things typically shown to or understood by children and things typically not shown to or understood by children. However, this … Continue reading
“The fact that someone is shouting at me matters more than what they’re saying”. A test, attempting to determine if one is autistic or allistic. I answered yes, because I have auditory sensory issues that make people talking at the … Continue reading