My autistic heart cannot seperate my life from our world’s fate…
And the rising tides of hate.
Tag: Art
No apology. No justification. No lecture. No discussion. No education. No enlightenment…
Here’s the experience of autistic sensory overload.
“Well, we all have meltdowns, don’t we sweetie…?”
Ummmmm… Actually…?
No.
For some, living autistic is about the exhausting quest for…
Perfection.
For some families, autistics aren’t the children parents ordered…
Works for me.
Actors are PAID to get across what they’re feeling. While real-life humans seem to work desperately to keep it hidden… From me.
Why would teachers, parents, friends waste time saying one thing to me trying to communicate something entirely different…?
Later, why would bosses, priests, lovers mock, rage, abuse for doing exactly what they say…?
How did autistic & other neurodiverse kids survive the Dark Ages before IEPs, 504 plans, targeted therapy, noise-canceling headphones…?
Here’s some brutal autistic truth-telling for you…
I find it hard to find a home for art that celebrates the life of #neurodiversity…
Hope this isn’t inappropriate here to celebrate the occasional cold, lazy Sunday….
Autistic humor is… different. Cuz nothing’s funnier than Truth.
A surreal sci-fi/cowboy punk hybrid…
Sorta like a Horse Opera Odyssey… from an alien point of view.
One of my “Songs Without a Singer.” #Neurodiversity #ND #ActuallyAutistic
