The hardest part of my life is seeing people around me constantly having the world move to benefit them. It doesn't matter if they work hard or not at all, all the pieces of the puzzle seems to slip effortlessly into place and their lives improve while mine continues to deteriorate. I've had fantastic ideas… Continue reading Nothing
(Cross-posted on A[Squared] - Life with Autism and Anxiety ) One of the most painful things that I’ve learned living with autism is the misnomer that neuro-typical people think that people with ASD can simply control their symptoms. The psychological and physical outbursts that stem from having autism are somehow controllable in the minds of a majority… Continue reading Control the Uncontrollable
I've started a blog that deals strictly with Autism and Anxiety and how my life, and others are affected by it while living in a near-typical world. Please feel free to follow my new blog and share it. If you would like to share something that's happened to you as a non-neuro-typical individual, please feel… Continue reading Neuro-typical Privilege
The superpower of normalcy would definitely be life-changing, and for the better some would say; however, it would drastically change who and what I am. It would make my life easier, and I would be able to interact with people in ways that I've only dreamed of. Society would no longer be a vast mystery of human rituals and confusing interactions leaving me in a chaotic state of upset. Yet I would no longer be able to be a voice for those like me who could not speak. As great as having any superpower would be, in the end, I prefer to just by myself. After all, we're nothing more than a culmination of our experiences and stardust, and I like being stardust.
I can't count how many times I have had someone tell me that I couldn't possibly be autistic because I didn't "act" like it. I have even had people tell me that my son wasn't autistic by one of his previous teachers because "she knew autism and she just didn't see it" in my son.… Continue reading #SheCantBeAutistic
In the society that I live in, people like me are disposable. I have two strikes against me, and half of a lifetime of abuse has given me a third in the form of PTSD and social anxiety. The latter of the two could have been prevented had the world been kinder to someone like me. I have been crippled by the abuse that society has perpetrated upon people that aren’t “normal”.
The evening before last I had fully intended to kill myself. I was, and frankly still am, tired of the struggle. I’m tired of nothing ever seeming to get better no matter how hard I fight. I’m tired of seeing facebook post after facebook post of states in the US making laws that blatantly descriminate… Continue reading Empty