There’s so much noise in the world today. I’m not just talking about the noise generated by machines, or industry. I’m talking about the number of voices that scramble for our attention. The number of distractions that disconnect us from ourselves. As a person with autism, the world can often be overwhelming. We live inContinue reading “Fare New Horizons”
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Appreciation of Friends.
I know I’ve said in previous posts that I appreciate my Autistibuddies, but honestly – I really do. I lucked out completely with my life events of late, and I’m so appreciative of them – good and bad! Since my diagnosis – 1 – I’ve gotten answers to the lifelong question – “Why am I suchContinue reading “Appreciation of Friends.”
Starlight and Sawdust
This post is a continuation of my series on emotion as an autistic INFJ. The aim of which is to raise awareness of the complicated matter of emotion and emotional processing when it comes to individuals like me. I know a lot of people are anxious and afraid right now. We live in times theContinue reading “Starlight and Sawdust”
Tufty the Caterpillar and the Autistibuddies museum trip.
Today the Autistibuddies met up at Cardiff National Museum to assuage our nerdy cravings, and it was great fun. Not just the opportunity to do something we wouldn’t normally do (in my case, at least) but to have some fun, catch up, and just have a great time together! I’ve known my fellow Autistibuddies lessContinue reading “Tufty the Caterpillar and the Autistibuddies museum trip.”
Sunday morning scribbles.
I can see Barry has been very busy with posting! *waves* Hi, Barry! I, however, am unsure how to articulate things just yet. Especially on a Sunday morning at 6am. I’m no stranger to the blogging game, but the autism game? That’s a whole new world for me, whilst being a world I’m completely familiarContinue reading “Sunday morning scribbles.”
Diagnosis.
How could no-one notice A puzzle piece like me? With all my weird habits And pedantic intricacies. How could no-one spot The colours in my soul? My heart was on my sleeve Weather worn but it was whole Why was I the only one Who understood my world? With my eyes I could see SecretsContinue reading “Diagnosis.”
Autistibuddies 