Every therapy, every diagnosis, every medication– burnout, meltdowns, marriages, careers, shutdowns, and then there was clarity with a late diagnosis of autism.
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I’ve come to enjoy the sound of my own voice…
Understanding how & why takes me stumbling down a deep rabbit hole…
I’m overwhelmed by the USA…
Art is how I deal…
Wilted Garden Salad… About 10 minutes. Tops! Massive Nutrition! Vegan! (Or Not!)
There is no… none whatsoever… NO reason for a person performing a welfare check, or other purely social service, to be packing any form of lethal weapon.
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Autism in Poetry: My Friend Billy
Friendship is complex for this autistic…
Billy & I had nothing in common. Except our hearts.
Can’t wrap my head around it. Not this moment in history… Not this moment in my life…
Not this m o m e n t
My autistic heart cannot seperate my life from our world’s fate…
And the rising tides of hate.
Hot, sweet, sour, salty…
and LOADED with probiotics…
No apology. No justification. No lecture. No discussion. No education. No enlightenment…
Here’s the experience of autistic sensory overload.
