I realise a lot of my posts start off with me asking questions, I'm not sure I've ever found any answers. This, however, is more an exercise in thinking aloud than a search for solutions.
I haven't posted in a while, for whatever reason, so I thought I'd lead back in with a short piece on the utter mind-field of food. Yes, the pun was deliberate.
Today class, we're going to discuss empathy and emotions, because I'm getting very bored of people thinking I'm a robot.
Moving house is stressful yo!
Autism isn't all doom and gloom, so my blog shouldn't be either. We had a punny time bed shopping in Ikea: https://youtu.be/XrrUu8DivZ8
Some of the things I've heard lately makes me question why I'm bothering to write these posts at all, because clearly no one's paying attention.
This seemed easier to record than write, here's the story of how I was diagnosed as autistic
The amount of times I've heard "But you don't look autistic" is astounding. Well, friend, you don't look like a judgemental arsehole, but here we are.
Sitting here with what feels like a heavy blanket draped over my brain. It's hard to think. I'm sure to the outside world I just look miserable, people do make a habit of telling me so.
Clinically speaking, I am High Functioning. I can go about my daily life without suffering violent temper tantrums and pillaging villages.