I never realise until I am there. Until I find myself feeling sick with disgust at my old interests and desperately seeking something to latch on to. If you know an autistic person, adult or child, know that the space between our passions is always terribly unsettling. Sometimes it feels bleak, for there is nothing to be excited about, nothing to dig in to. Sometimes it feels lonely, for we have lost our way of connecting with other humans. Sometimes it is scary, because we have taken away the only thing holding our mind tethered, keeping anxiety, or mania, or paranoia, or depression at bay.
Once upon a time, not very long ago at all, I saw my family's neurological, sensory, communication and developmental differences as 'issues' that needed interventions from clinicians. We were struggling daily as a family, and I thought that helping my children 'be OK in the world' would help us all. I did not believe that … Continue reading Why I permanently paused early intervention therapy for my children
I learned I was autistic in my 30s. Not long afterwards, I came across the word chameleon to describe how many autistic people change our communication, voice, interests, and actions to mirror the people we are with, or to fit in with the norms of a group. Looking back on the way I had survived … Continue reading Don’t shame us for being chameleon
My family are all autistic. We appreciate when sensory experiences in our environment are predictable. We enjoy the comforts and routines of home. A few of us are ADHD. We love new experiences and adventures. Two of us are adults with lots of positive travel experience. Three of us are children with less confidence travelling … Continue reading Why we love our caravan holidays
My family are a pretty neurodivergent bunch and that means that reading words in books isn't natural or enjoyable for all of us. We don't go to school or follow a curriculum at home, and we aren't involved in any therapy or education programs. When we started to notice one of our children might be … Continue reading Our unschooly dyslexic reading journey
"It's late," (my precious firstborn). Standing in the centre of your bedroom. You smile and *boom*
When I was 21, I came out and it felt like the whole world rejected me for loving a woman, even if it wasn’t the whole world.
It has been a really big week of reflection here. It was our eldest child's birthday. He had a party with lots of his unschool friends, and spent most of the week gaming. Birthdays always get me reflecting with gratitude and sometimes a bit of parental guilt and remorse. Being the eldest, and the first … Continue reading Birthday reflections
This week's post is about periods, PMS, anxiety, insomnia and neurodivergence. Woo hoo! I'm writing from the end of my once-a-month fall apart. For a few days every month I exist in a cycle of very little sleep, anxiety, exhaustion, and extreme scattered-ness.
I've been experiencing some discomfort lately as I unpack and try to put back together my thoughts and feelings about screen time and social media. I have always been extremely supportive of neurodivergent people's needs and rights to access tech for communication, friendships, and fun. I defend against screen shaming adults whining about young people's use of screens. And yet...